#and he was like 'yeah we don't usually get complaints about him' but also. i'm like intersectionality personified

[blockgamepirate]

This is my petty complaint time, this video annoys me SO MUCH and even more so what annoys me is that the latest comment on it is this:

HE TAUGHT YOU SO MUCH BULLSHIT, PLEASE NO, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM

And yes, I've been thinking about this stream for nearly three years now, I've been meaning to go through it to critique Wilbur's arguments, I just never got around to it

Wilbur: "Tubbo, you've created an anti-state capitalist dystopia"

So all Tubbo had explained so far was that his town had a big company that owned two other big companies. Nothing about the government or anything. It's true that one company owning all the major businesses is pretty dystopian, sure, but I have no idea where Wilbur got the "anti-state" thing from, usually capitalist companies are fine with the existence of states, states do a lot of dirty work for the capitalists

Spoiler alert: Tubbo's city turns out to be pretty much a city state so Wilbur is just wrong anyway, not that he ever acknowledges it even when it does come up

Also it's not like corporate acquisitions are completely unheard of in the UK, as far as I know. Admittedly the UK is also arguably a capitalist dystopia but you know what I mean, the concept shouldn't be all that shocking to Wilbur

He's being so dramatic and trying to make it sound like he's caught Tubbo in a mistake or something. He also keeps asking questions and then not letting Tubbo answer properly before taking like one word Tubbo says and running with it

But this is the one that I find the most obnoxious:

T: "I did some research into like economics and stuff and I discovered this thing called UBI, have you heard of it?"

W: "What's it stand for?"

T: "Universal Basic Income"

W: "Yeah, I know about that"

He clearly does not know what UBI is.

It becomes very apparent very quickly:

W: "So you've got universal basic income but then also the rich exist still?"

T: "Yeah! Yeah they do."

W: "How does that come about then,"

T: "So in my mind--"

W: "is this universal basic income different for different people?"

T: "No, no, the universal basic income is better for everyone, just the people who have--"

W: "In order for there to be a 1% that means someone's earning more,"

T: "Yes, someone is earning more"

W: "but that means the universal basic income isn't universal!"

T: "No no no, not everyone's getting paid the same but everyone gets the same to begin with, okay? But then you can build on top of it."

W: "Oh no, you've got a-- Tubbo, you've got a fucking social point system!"

T: "Have I made a social point system??"

W: "Tubbo, you've made China!"

None of what Wilbur says makes ANY sense here. The only explanation I can think of is that he didn't know what UBI was, made an assumption that it just meant "everybody gets paid the same amount of money" or something like that and then just spoke fast enough that Tubbo couldn't correct him

Tubbo is correct here, Tubbo knows what he's talking about, but he can't out-speak Wilbur who is just throwing so much bullshit out of his mouth that there's no time to even respond

So, UBI means that everyone in the society gets a regular payment of a specific amount of money that's the same for everyone regardless of their life situation (and generally a requirement would be that it has to be enough to live on, altho people do like to water this down a lot...) This would be completely irrelevant to your wages or salary or capital gains. You can choose to either live on the UBI or you can just do the regular capitalist things to earn extra money on top of the UBI

Obviously I'm not one of those people who think that UBI would solve all of world's problems, I mean I am an anarchist and all (and not an ancap either), but it's literally just a very streamlined welfare system. That's all. It would probably be a lot better than the current models we have but it's not fundamentally different. There's nothing particularly weird about it, the point is just to make sure that everyone has enough money to live on, in every other regard it's just normal capitalism

Wilbur completely misunderstands the whole thing (because, again, he does not know what UBI is so he's just trying to imagine what it might mean based on what Tubbo is saying) and jumps immediately to something he apparently has heard of, which is the Chinese social credit system, which has nothing to do with UBI. In fact I'm pretty sure it also doesn't actually have anything to do with income either, or at least not directly, so I don't think Wilbur knows what the social credit system is either

He's literally just talking in buzzwords

Like if you actually wanted to make a leftist critique of Tubbo's city, you could, don't get me wrong. But instead Wilbur keeps insisting that he's made a social point system despite Tubbo trying to explain why it's not that at all

Wilbur just keeps yelling over Tubbo until his own chat turns against him and finally Tubbo himself also kinda gives up

And from there Tubbo also kinda just starts playing into the bit and just lets Wilbur direct the whole conversation, the rest of it is just them getting more and more into the roleplay. Wilbur keeps talking about the state pension plan, even though Tubbo already tried to explain that it's part of the UBI (this actually is how UBI is supposed to work, it does indeed streamline most of the welfare spending! Obviously you can still raise questions about that (I can think of a few at least) but Wilbur didn't let Tubbo explain so I have no idea what Tubbo actually had in mind)

I could try to go through all of what Wilbur says here but it's just too much, so maybe some other time. Although to be honest there are so many other streams that I probably should talk about instead that some fans unfortunately took a bit too seriously because they assumed Wilbur knew what he was talking about

My point here is mainly that just because someone sounds really confident and knows a bunch of buzzwords doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.

[neptuneiris]

True Intentions | (One-shot)

Be the only one or be an 'sometimes'?

pairing: modern!aemond (best-friend brother) × fem!reader

summary: even knowing his reputation, you've always had a little secret crush on the most popular boy in school, Aemond Targaryen, until it becomes impossible to hide it when your brother Cregan makes friends with him and you begin to see him more frequently.

word count: 9.0k

I'm very excited about this!

I hope you really like it, I loved writing this even though it took me a while, but here it is finally:) comments and reblogs are appreciated beautiful people, thank you so much for reading!❤

warning's: language, slight angst, mention of alys, sexual content, spanking.

You always hated it when your brother Cregan brought his friends over to your house when your parents were away, whether it was to watch soccer games, play video games or have some fun at the pool.

You especially were never the type of sister to bring friends over, rather you were the type of sister who preferred to go to friends' houses, as you never mentioned your house as an option.

It just wasn't comfortable for you.

And apparently it wasn't enough for your brother and his friends to see each other almost daily at school that they also had to go to your house.

But you couldn't really do anything, he's the older brother and it wouldn't make any difference to accuse him to your parents since logically there's nothing wrong with him inviting his friends over, besides they work almost all the time and probably wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

So you can only lock yourself in your room with food as a provision, put on your AirPods and wait for them to leave.

And that's what you do, all the while Cregan and his friends prowl around your house. But you reach your breaking point when again Cregan plans a pool party.

"Are you serious?" you inquire, clearly annoyed, "I swear to God, Cregan, this is not going to happen again."

"Oh come on," he gives you a tired look, tossing balloons and animal inflatables into the pool, "Live a little, sis."

"No! You always do this, the same old shit!"

You reproach him as you follow him back into the house, where at the kitchen island is a stack of beers that he begins to store in the fridge completely disinterested to your clear dissatisfaction with it all, as he just doesn't care.

"Last time everyone was coming into the house like it was nothing to leave the whole floor wet, they also left a mess all over the kitchen, pool and garden," you remind him annoyed, "Not to mention we had complaints from the neighbors for all the fuss you made."

"Fucking Hell, will you relax? I'll take care of everything," he says looking at you wearily, only increasing your anger more, "The guys won't be long and I needed everything to be ready."

"That's what you always say but I'm the one who ends up cleaning everything up in and I'm the one who deals with the neighbors because of you fucking fault!"

"Fine!" he exclaims in exasperation, looking at you, "You have my word, I'll take care of everything this time, yeah?"

He looks at you seriously to get back to dealing with the beers, but you don't believe half a word he says.

"Now do you want to help me turn on the pool lights? Also lock the upstairs doors, just in case."

You slowly shake your head in his direction with your arms crossed with your completely serious and annoyed look in his direction.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

You don't wait for him to say anything back nor do you say anything else, you just annoyingly turn around and walk upstairs to your room, preparing to be another long night confined to your four walls.

And this is what happens every time your parents aren't home, having to put up with the liberties Cregan takes to do whatever he pleases around the house.

During the week he usually doesn't invite anyone over, except for a few times he invites the Velaryon brothers, Jace and Luke, over to play video games after school.

The weekend is when it really bothers you that he throws big parties without your parents knowing.

It's not until one day when you get home from your music lessons at almost seven o'clock that when you open your front door, you hear a lot of voices and laughter.

You close the door hard enough to announce your arrival and look into the living room as you head for the stairs, when then, you see them.

And they see you too.

With handsome faces and infectious smiles, besides their unusually silver hair and blue eyes that steal the breath of every girl in the school, Aegon and Aemond Targaryen, the kings of the whole school and also the most players, are in your living room having a few beers and smoking with Cregan.

And Cregan is the first to react.

"Guys, the lady of the house is here," he says, "So let's take this to the pool, shall we? Before she starts screaming."

You watch him with a completely serious look on your face as you see Aegon let out a small chuckle to himself. And without a word, you avert your gaze and continue on your way to the stairs, feigning disinterest.

However, you don't leave without one last look at him, Aemond Targaryen.

From your single couch and with a cigarette between his long fingers, gives you back an intense and burning look that makes you feel a strange sensation all over your body.

And just like all the other girls at your school, you can't help but feel equally captivated and attracted to him, Aemond.

But it's not something you really go around telling everyone, let alone something you want your brother to know now that he's apparently become friends with him.

However, you should have expected him to notice.

And it happens when Cregan again throws a pool party with all his friends and him too, where you don't confront him much about it like previous times and that's what gets his attention.

"Which of the two is the one you like?"

He asks you suddenly with a curious expression and a hint of suspicion in his voice, making you watch him with confusion on your face.

"What are you talking about?"

"The Targaryens."

He points at you with his gaze, crossing his arms and looking at you again attentively and suspiciously.

"You haven't caused a scene since the two of them have been coming around often and you certainly don't look upset when it used to be a problem with anyone coming around, so you definitely must like one of the two of them, so tell me, which one?"

Your whole body tenses up completely upon hearing your brother's words and you inevitably start to feel terribly nervous, as well as your heart starts to beat too fast, especially because of his suspicious look on you.

But you feign innocence and confusion, only to stare at him with your most incredulous face of all and try to evade him.

"You're talking nonsense."

"Oh, am I?"

"Cregan," you observe him seriously, "Have you ever seen me talk to either of the two of them here or at school?"

"Hmm," he says for a moment, thoughtfully.

Still he doesn't look entirely convinced and analyzes you with a completely intent and penetrating gaze, making you feel more nervous but you control him well.

"Still I find it odd that you don't complain about them when they come."

"Then maybe you should think about the fact that I just got tired of telling you the same old thing over and over again," you persuade the subject, "No matter how many times I complain, you'll still do what you want," you tell him seriously, "Besides, you assume that as if I didn't go to the same school as you and didn't know the Targaryens."

"That's exactly why I'm telling you," he says instantly, just as serious, "Do you think I'd like to see you start dating one of them?"

"And why do you care?"

"Why do I care?" he repeats incredulously, "I'm your brother, of course I care."

"As if I care about the girls you date," you tell him just as incredulously.

"Well, at least I have a good reason here," he insists, "I know them, both," he clarifies, "And I don't want you to get hurt, that's why I'm telling you."

"Stop being ridiculous," you tell him with your clearly annoyed tone, starting to head to your room, "And even if I will start dating one of them, it's none of your business."

You sentence to finally leave him behind, leaving a tension in the kitchen, while inside, you finally stop feeling tense and nervous, but Cregan continues with his suspicion.

He almost had you, almost.

And after that conversation, automatically the Targaryens come to your house more often, even more than usual.

Even after school, Cregan invites them over, the two of them and also the Velaryon brothers, where they all together invade your house and you start to witness the personality of him that he is mostly known for.

And it happens one day you're making yourself food and you hear them all talking from the living room.

"Oh, this fucker is texting Savannah," you hear Aegon's excited and amused voice.

"What!? Savannah Williams!?"

"Yeah, since yesterday. I saw her name on his phone when she texted him."

"So what do you say, dude?"

"Not much, actually," you hear his voice.

"But haven't you gone out with her before?"

"Yeah, but you know, it was casual," he explains, "Just now she told me her parents aren't home."

"Oh dude, if I were you, I wouldn't waste the opportunity," your brother says excitedly.

"But what happened to that girl at the party last week? What was her name? Emily, I think."

"Ah Emily… yeah, we had a thing but it was casual too. We only met once after that party."

"She was so hot, but Savannah is hot too."

"Yeah, I know," you hear his nonchalant voice.

"So will you go see her?"

"Yeah, I think so."

You hear them continue to talk, but you tune out and sneak off to your room unnoticed.

It's not the first time you've witnessed these conversations, though. It also happens when they are in the pool and you find yourself back in the kitchen preparing food.

But you can't concentrate because through the glass of the huge windows you see Aemond's bare chest marked. This is a distraction but you try to ignore it as much as you can, but to no avail.

When then the movement and sound of him emerging from the water catches your attention and that of Cregan and Aegon.

"Where are you going?"

"To Cerelle's," he announces, with his phone in hand and his towel over his shoulder.

"Yo! Cerelle Lannister!?" exclaims Cregan in surprise.

"She's so sexy," Aegon says, grining.

"She told me she's home alone and wants me to come over," he explains, as you watch him quickly move his fingers across his phone screen.

"Good luck, dude!"

You feel another pang of disappointment when you hear all this and also when you see how he smiles and starts to make his way over here without taking his eyes off his screen.

This immediately makes you react to quickly go to your room so you don't cross paths with him.

Even though you know his reputation and how you are aware of his numerous 'adventures' with other girls, you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach and wonder if he might ever be interested in you.

Not in that way, since you really don't want to be another girl on his huge list, but be something more genuine and real to him.

But that's totally ridiculous and impossible.

You tell yourself in disbelief, seeing the reality, as it's clear he's not looking for something serious and you don't want to be a 'one night stand' for him if you'll be ignored, forgotten and to some extent humiliated afterwards.

One day, taking advantage of the fact that Cregan is not at home on the weekend and neither are any of his friends, much less your parents, although that is actually no surprise, you decide to make this day for yourself, relax and enjoy your own company.

You decide to stop paying attention to your phone and with your towel in your arms, you leave your room and go down to the pool.

But just as you finish walking down the stairs and are about to turn down the hallway, the doorbell rings.

You stop with a tired expression as that alone has slightly disturbed the zen zone you now find yourself in, but having no choice, you turn around and head to open the door, thinking it must be Mrs. Arryn to ask you for sugar, as usual.

But when you open the door, it is not Mrs. Arryn, but rather you come face to face with Aemond, taking you by surprise and takes your breath away for a moment.

If he is surprised to see you, he doesn't show it, just raises his eyebrows slightly and you notice how he shamelessly runs his eye up and down you, making you embarrassed and nervous as you remembers your outfit, which is a cute black two-piece bikini.

And you quickly try to cover up a bit with the towel in your hands, although in reality this shouldn't embarrass you, since you're at home and you didn't expect to see him, besides this bikini doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Or so you think.

"Hey."

He says to you dispassionately in greeting mode, with a look that you can't really describe but that makes you feel more nervous and you feel your heart beating too hard.

"Hi," you try not to stutter, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

Aemond watches you with a little mischievous smile barely visible and a spark of amusement in his eye.

"No worries," he tells you in his soft tone.

"Hum…" you place your confused face, "My brother is not here," you let him know, still finding it strange that he doesn't know that.

"Oh," he is silent for a moment, watching you intently, "He's not?"

You shake your head.

"He said he was going to Alysanne's, but he left hours ago," you explain and he hums in understanding, "Did you tell him you were coming today?"

"No, although I should have, I was just passing through and decided to come," he explains to you as well, shoving his hands into the pockets of his silk jacket, "I left my wallet here last night," he tells you later, getting your attention more, "That's why."

"Oh," is all you say, not knowing what else to say for a few seconds, "Well, I'm not sure what time Cregan will be back. But if you want to go up and get it, I'll be at the pool."

You allow him passage, as it's not as if he's a complete stranger and it's not as if he doesn't hang around here often either, it's as if he and Aegon live here too, being the brothers Cregan wished he had.

"Okay, thanks," he tells you as you step aside and make room for him to come in.

"Just close the door when you leave," you tell him, still feeling your heart beat too fast against your chest.

Aemond turns his gaze back to you, nodding in your direction.

"All right."

You give him a small smile and without saying anything else to him, you walk past him, hurrying to get out of his sight and urgently needing, now more than anything else, to get your whole body into the warm water of the pool that will make you stop feeling so tense.

And this is why you don't feel Aemond's piercing, burning gaze on you as you pull away, admiring your bare skin and having a perfect idea of your naked body to the imagination.

And with that alone, he feels himself getting hard at the sight of your smooth, long legs, as well as getting a good look at that ass of yours jiggling as you pull away.

He wets his lips and with a little grin, finally makes his way to Cregan's room, thinking about little things since you're here alone…. now with him.

Meanwhile you, wanting to forget that Aemond Targaryen is in your house right now, submerge yourself completely in the water, where you immediately feel a sensation of freshness and relief.

The water caresses you and envelops your body completely, while you let out a small sigh of pleasure and begin to get used to the new temperature, letting the revitalizing sensation envelop you completely.

Then you emerge with a slight jump, remove your wet hair stuck to your face and begin to swim elegantly, where your arms and legs move at a steady pace and the water takes you in all directions.

You submerge again for a moment and watch the horizon, as your house is on a hill and you can see the lights of neighborhoods below, being a beautiful sight when the sun sets and also when the sun goes down.

However, again your zen zone is disturbed when you hear the movement of the kitchen glass doors sliding, so you turn around in confusion and again feel all your nervousness wash over you.

Aemond makes his way over here, but what strikes you more than anything else is how he has clothes in his hand and also one of the many clean towels Cregan has in his bathroom.

You look at him confused face and he looks back at you with his intent gaze.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

The words get stuck in your throat, watching him still confused, feeling really very nervous and not understanding what he is doing here since he was supposed to go get his wallet and then leave, while he stands at the edge of the pool, watching you.

"Hum…" you say not really knowing what to say, "Are you going to wait for Cregan?"

He averts his gaze from yours, then drops the towel and clothes on a chair with dispassionate movements, to return his gaze to you.

"Yeah, I can do that too."

You watch him warily and with a slight distrust, but not in a bad way, it's simply nerves.

"And what are you actually here to do?"

He looks at you slightly amused.

"To keep you company, of course. Unless you don't want me to," he hastens to clarify.

And here your dilemma begins.

Being alone here with Aemond, in your house, in your pool, was a scenario you longed for and feared at the same time. You longed for because that's how your mind works when you're attracted to him, but feared since anything could happen.

And knowing his reputation, maybe when the moment happens, if the moment happens at all, you don't know if what will come next will be bad or good.

Also, you don't know if Cregan will arrive at any time or even later, so if he arrives in a couple more minutes and sees you alone here with Aemond, you don't even want to imagine the scandal he will make.

You don't know if Aemond has considered that possibility too but if he has, he doesn't seem to mind.

"So?" he looks at you expectantly.

But you again, can't utter words.

You don't want to look bitter by telling him no, that it will be best for him to leave, but you also can't find another way to politely decline.

And on the other hand… there is that inevitable emotion in your being that begs you to invite him into the pool with you.

You let out a long breath and swallow hard before responding, trying to hide your excitement and nervousness.

"Hum… yeah, sure, if you want," you say acting nonchalant, averting your gaze from him and distracting yourself with the water.

Aemond can't help but put on his smirk again and right in front of you, wanting to give you a show, he takes off his shirt, to which you watch him helplessly out of the corner of your eye and make sure he doesn't catch you admiring the view.

He's wearing that usual silver chain around his neck that makes it stand out against his skin, making him look only even sexier when he doesn't have a shirt on and God, you don't know if you can survive this, thinking it's a bad idea.

Then you watch as he pulls on a pair of Cregan shorts, secures his hair in a low bun and finally steps into the water.

In a nonchalant way you make yourself more towards the shore, unobviously avoiding getting too close to him as he swims towards the center of the pool, making it more impossible for you not to watch him as it's getting dark and the last orange rays of the sun beautifully illuminate his skin that glows slightly from the water and his face.

And then feel his intense gaze on you, while you try to distract yourself with your eyes, trying to focus only on you.

But it is genuinely impossible.

However, he doesn't make any effort to talk and neither do you, which you are grateful for, to continue to feel the calmness and relaxation throughout your body, although it's a little hard for you being here alone with him.

And it's a bit awkward since neither of you are talking, but is there anything to talk about?

He's one of your brother's best friends and you're just the sister, the two of you don't really know each other, so it makes sense. But still you feel the slight tension between the two of you and you don't even know why.

You wonder if he feels the same way too when suddenly his low, amused voice almost makes you startle in your place.

"I've always wondered why you're so quiet when Aegon and I come over."

You look at him with a slightly surprised expression, not expecting that, feeling again how your heart is beating too fast from nerves, for what are you supposed to tell him?

You should tell him that you have a crush on him and that your brother warned you about him?

"I know it's your house and I come with your brother but… you look like you hate me or something."

Oh God.

You think, only making you feel more nervous, especially since it's really impossible not to see a part of his torso and pectorals that looks almost glowing from the water and sunlight, not expecting to hear those words either.

And you force yourself not to turn your back on him anymore to watch him while they talk, adopting a relaxed and confident attitude, just like him, when actually inside you are shaking with nerves.

"You just said yourself, you come with my brother, not me," you say softly.

And while he watches you and listens attentively, he also struggles just like you not to see too much of your breasts confined in that black bikini of yours that makes you look too sexy, especially the way the wet fabric looks and your skin on your chest and collarbone too.

"And I don't hate you," you clarify, slightly amused and absurd, "We just don't talk, that's all."

"Because you haven't given me the chance."

You look at him expectantly.

"I don't remember a single time you ever tried to talk to me."

"That's exactly why," he tells you softly, "Because you run away before I can try."

Now it is you who watches him completely attentively, while you feel your heart beating like crazy and you look away from him for a moment, not knowing what to say or do since he is right, feeling really very nervous, especially when he starts to swim slowly towards you, with a determined look.

And you for insisting, you start to back away, watching his slow and calculated movements with some trepidation, having an idea of what he intends to do and you know it's not a good idea at all.

"See? You're already running away," he points out to you with his amused and satisfied look.

And you don't miss his determined look, how his head is slightly tilted as he continues to slowly advance towards you, with the corners of his lips twisted upwards in a small smile and his blue eye glowing, while his prosthetic eye remains the same as ever.

And you still don't want to agree with him.

"That's not true, I'm not doing anything," you defend yourself in a weak and pathetic attempt.

"Oh no?" he raises his eyebrows expectantly at you.

And you start to lose it all when he's already in front of you, cornering you.

"Aemond," you call him in a sigh in warning mode, fully alert, leaving his name in the air as you become very nervous of his intense, dark gaze on you.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

You watch him with a slight expression of surprise and even more nervousness, as you press your lips together and try to say the right words.

"No," you reply softly, "But I know you're no good either," you confess.

And he frowns, watching you interestedly.

"What do you mean?" you are silent for a moment, as you give him a sad look, serious and obvious at the same time.

"We both know what," you tell him softly, without much detail.

And at this, Aemond can't help but feel annoyed, immediately noticing how you clench your jaw and look away from yours for a moment, serious and thoughtful.

You know he shouldn't have to be upset with you for implying a truth you both know, especially him, but still you can't help but hold your breath, hoping that maybe you haven't gone too far.

All the while thinking that maybe you've ruined the first chance you've had to talk to him by telling him that he's no good by reputation, since that's not your concern, but at least you make it clear that that's not what you're looking for now.

"And you don't even want to try?" he asks you quietly, turning his gaze back to you, attentive and completely willing.

You stare at him, completely speechless, as you feel your whole body tense and your eyes are slightly wide open, your lips parted, not having the slightest idea what to say at the same time as a million questions invade your mind.

And just at that moment, Cregan's words come back to your mind.

"I know them, both. And I don't want you to get hurt, that's why I'm telling you."

So you know.

Aemond is not like you and the only thing he wants is to fill his list, no matter with whom, not even if it's the sister of one of his best friends, who are supposed to be 'forbidden', somehow.

And that's why you decide to answer him truthfully, no longer caring if you hurt his feelings, even though you doubt it very much.

"And be just another girl on your list that you never speak to again and suddenly pretend she doesn't exist anymore? No thanks."

Not wanting this to go any further, since you knew all along that letting him stay was a bad idea, you move as fast as your body in the water will let you, walking away, wanting to keep your distance again.

But just as you pass by him, he's faster and you feel his big hand grab your arm and twist you in a demanding motion back towards him, slamming his chest against yours, locking you in his arms, making you gasp in surprise.

His face is above yours, completely close, causing you nerves and you try to free yourself from him, but he doesn't let you, even having that determined, attentive and dark look.

"Do you ever stop running away?" he asks you in a low, husky tone.

"What do you think you're doing?" you hiss nervously.

"You're not even letting me explain."

"There's nothing to explain."

"Oh no?" he asks, "Did I say I only wanted you for one night?"

"That's what you do, Aemond, with every girl," you say absurdly, "Am I suddenly going to be the exception? How am I supposed to believe that?"

However, any further protest gets stuck in your throat as Aemond grabs one hand from your cheek and the other places it on your bare waist, pulling you closer against him in a possessive grip.

And you know you're losing the battle when he brings his face closer to yours, where your noses brush lightly and your breathing becomes more rapid, having no idea what's going on.

But Aemond does.

And as he strokes your soft, wet cheek with his thumb, watching you intently and with understanding, his next words make you reconsider the situation completely.

"You won't be just another girl on the list," he murmurs softly to you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You shudder completely at his words, but also at his touch and closeness, being impossible not to look between his violet eye or his full lips, which Aemond notices, also peering between your eyes and lips hungrily.

And you don't even think or discuss it anymore when he leans his face towards you and kisses you with need, without even giving you time to react.

You moan into his mouth in surprise and he pulls you roughly to him, lowering his hands to your body where he makes you wrap your legs around his torso, then makes room between your lips with his tongue, making you gasp.

You immediately bring your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss further, a passionate kiss, where you barely give each other time to breathe properly before desperately bringing your lips together again.

A slight tingle of desire is felt between your legs as you move your body and legs to hold his torso tighter, where you perfectly feel the hardness of his cock under your ass.

You moan as you feel one of his hands grip your thigh and the other caress the skin of one of your ass cheeks, making you gasp against his mouth, closing your eyes in delight as he pulls his lips away from yours and begins to leave soft kisses on your neck.

"I fucking knew it," he murmurs in delight too in his husky voice, running his tongue over your sensitive skin, "I knew you wanted me too."

You squint completely as the hand on your ass reaches lower and nonchalantly rubs his palm over your covered, moist center.

"Aemond," you moan.

"I know, baby, I know," he coos, smiling in the middle of your lips as he kisses you again.

But it's there in that moment with his hand caressing you right at your nerve center that your brain for an instant seems to react, realizing what's really going on and you stop kissing him abruptly, watching him in surprise and slight fear as he watches you slightly confused.

"W-we can't," you say in a trembling voice, "We can't do this, t-this is wrong. Cregan—

"We can't do it or we can't do it here?" he inquires expectantly.

You let out a sigh.

"Both," you say with a certain embarrassed tone, "But I'm more worried about Cregan. If he sees us, he'll go crazy."

"Come on, Y/N, you're not a little girl anymore."

"I know but he warned me about you and your brother," you tell him hopelessly, "And you're one of his best friends."

Aemond is silent for a moment, watching you and nothing else, where he is aware and so are you of the hardness in his shorts, while in his thoughts he bets that you too must be spilling your juices between your legs.

Honestly he understands your concern, but he also understands that Cregan is really no one to tell you who you can and can't date, as the decision is totally up to you.

He doesn't want to have problems with him either as he also considers him one of his best friends but you... you simply drove him crazy with seeing you in this black bikini and now he is even more so for you, wanting, needing more of you, no matter the consequences.

"Then we have to be careful and not to say anything to him," he tells you softly, in solution, "Only if you want to," he clarifies, "But if you want to stop now, just tell me and I will, before we take this any further."

But you don't really have to make a decision when you are already here, in his arms, feeling how much he wants you and you also recognizing how much you want to keep touching and kissing him, no matter what.

But he still gives you that option, to make you see that he really doesn't want to hurt you and that he respects your decisions, since you are the one in control of all this and you are the one who puts the stop, at any time.

And when Aemond sees how you are watching him intently, with indecision in your gaze, holding back your true desires, thinking fast, he cocks his head to one side and watches you curiously.

"Or do you really want me as much as I want you, princess?"

Something snaps inside you and not just from hearing that nickname for you, but from having him so fucking close and his lips being a complete invitation to you and in fact all of him.

So you think no more and again crash your lips against his, resuming what you were doing before, to which Aemond responds with the same rudeness and fervor.

And then without stopping kissing you, he carries you to the edge of the pool along with him.

Soon enough, he is sitting on the edge of the pool and you find yourself sitting on top of him, your arms around his neck as you press yourself against the hardness of his shorts.

You move your hips in circles on top of him, rubbing your needy center against his hard cock, while he caresses your thighs, your ass and all the skin he blindly finds without stopping kissing you, feeling his breathing just as ragged as yours.

Then he brings his hands up and starts sliding the strings of your bikini over your shoulders, sending fiery electricity throughout your body.

"What was it you said? That we couldn't do this here?" he murmurs hoarsely against your skin, leaving wet kisses on your collarbone and neck.

You moan, as your bikini top piece is loosened completely by Aemond's fingers and you involuntarily wiggle your hips more intensely.

"You just can't resist, can you?" he asks you amused amidst all the sensuality.

"Shut up," you whine pathetically into his lips.

This time he kisses you again, softly and tenderly, deep, as he with his hand pulls away the piece of your bikini top that covers your breasts, freeing them, causing him to groan at the sight in front of him.

"Fuck," he murmurs, "Such a pretty tits, princess."

He says to you with his eye fully dilated and watching you hungrily, then you moan as he brings his mouth to your hard, wet nipple and begins to caress it with his tongue and lips, sucking on it, while he kneads the other one with his hand.

"Oh yes," you moan, pulling your breasts closer to his face.

You continue to move your hips on top of him, desperate and needy to feel the friction his cock gives you against your swollen clit.

When you least expect it, you begin to approach your limit, as your whole body tenses and his caressing hands only add to the pleasure.

"Mhm," he moans against your hard nipple, then gives the same attention to the other, still kneading them as he pleases.

"Fuck, Aemond, please don't stop," you say under your breath.

But that's exactly what he does, he releases your nipple with a wet sound and captures your lips in a sensual kiss, making you moan and groan at the same time from the attention on your breasts.

And you sigh as he again distributes kisses all over your neck and his teeth grind against your sensitive skin.

You feel the moist heat of his mouth and hands all over your body, as if he wants to mark you with each firm, possessive touch.

You arch your neck and moan, clinging to him completely, needing more of him, driving you completely insane.

"Remember we have to be careful, baby," he suddenly murmurs hoarsely in your ear, feeling his warm breath, "And we don't want your brother to see his innocent little sister getting the fuck of her life if he comes back, do we?"

Despite all the desire you're feeling and you're dripping completely for him, his words reach your brain and scare you a little, so you force yourself to be patient and you both go up to your room.

And soon enough you find yourself lying on your bed, with Aemond on top of you, spreading your legs for him, watching with his dilated eye and gently biting his bottom lip your wet pussy ready for him.

"Seven Hells," he growls, running his fingers all over your entrance, "Look at you, you're dripping, princess."

His cock pulses in pain for release, watching you in complete delight as you moan with every movement of his fingers that collects your juices, spreading them all over your pussy, making you wiggle your hips against his hand.

"Aemond, please," you cry, needing to feel it inside you, now.

"What is it, baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck this pretty pussy hard?"

He teases you, running his fingertips over your hole, making you moan, sigh and groan.

"Please, just fuck me, fuck me with your cock," you implore him.

"Yesah? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please!"

"Only because you asked nicely."

He joins in, leaving you needy and trembling on your bed, spread wide open for him, watching as he removes his wet shorts and boxers, completely freeing his entire erect, heavy, hot, hard cock, just for you.

Your mouth waters at the sight and he proudly holds it in his hand, turning to make his way back to you, thrilling and scaring you at the same time as you've never had a cock like Aemond's inside you before.

"Do you take control pills? I don't have a condom."

"Yes, I take them, don't worry," you assure him instantly and he grins.

"Eager, huh?"

"Aemond," you groan and moan at the same time.

"Someone's acting like a little brat," he croons, starting to rub the tip of his cock against your pussy, making you shudder and moan, needing him inside you, "Behave yourself, princess. I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Stop teasing," you whine between whimpers.

When suddenly Aemond enters you in a single hard, firm movement that makes you release all the air in your lungs, moaning loudly at the rough intuition as he pulls it all out of you again.

"What did I say? Stop being a little brat and behave yourself," he warns you.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."

You plead desperately and moan as he slams the tip against your pussy, to again enter you fully in a more careful and slower way, letting you feel all of him, making you moan.

"Oh fuck, Aemond," you moan his name, drunk with pleasure, closing your eyes tight.

"Yeah, just like that, squeezing me so fucking good, baby," he murmurs hoarsely in delight.

He stops once he's all the way inside you, letting you get used to his size, while you feel him pulsing inside you and all his heat flooding through you.

When he rolls his hips in a grunt and his tip touches exactly your swollen clit in need of release.

He leans fully into you, kissing your hot, sweaty skin, just like him, then slides all the way down to your bottom, where you feel every inch of his long, hard cock, moaning into his mouth, as your whole body trembles.

His hands run along your waist and thighs as he lifts both of your legs and places them around his torso, feeling him sink more easily inside you.

"You're so hot, baby. So fucking perfect," he growls against your lips, closing his eye and rests his forehead with yours as he begins his swaying hips back and forth.

"You're so deep," you moan, clinging to his back, lightly digging your nails into his pale skin.

This makes Aemond grunt and feel more desperation as he begins to penetrate you with more rhythm, all the way in, with hard movements that hit exactly that spot inside you that makes you squirm beneath him.

"Yes Aemond, right there," you moan.

"Yeah? Do you like it, baby?"

"Yes, fuck, yes."

You both gasp into each other's mouths, where then his dark gaze returns to your features and he watches you intently, never ceasing to slam his hips hard and deep against you.

"You're mine now, you know that, don't you?" he asks you in a low, husky tone.

His words only make you clench tighter around him and you feel yourself slowly reaching your limit, each onslaught sending delicious waves all over your core that soothes your needy pussy.

"Say it," he demands forcefully, only this time to plunge your cock back into your wet pussy with a hard onslaught that knocks the air out of you, "Say you're mine."

"Yes," you gasp, "Yes, Aemond. I am yours," you manage to say it, "I am completely yours."

He smiles complacently and contentedly, never ceasing to move for a moment.

"Yes, you are," he croons, "You. Are. Mine," he rams you hard to the hilt on every accentuation, not giving you time to anticipate it, making you moan loudly in pleasure and pain, "And I don't fucking share."

He brings his lips back to your skin, marking and sucking on your breasts and neck even with his heavy cock inside you, fucking you hard and grunting against your ear telling you how tight you are.

He takes you completely over the edge, where your mind goes blank with each thrust, filling you completely, swelling inside you, as both you and he begin to gasp for breath, but he doesn't slow down or change his pace, continuing to penetrate you and press you against your bed.

Until finally everything inside you explodes, you see stars behind your eyes and Aemond's warm semen fills everything inside you, coming with an almost painful grunt in your ear and with a last strong thrust that leaves you drunk with pleasure and makes you forget everything for a moment.

Things didn't end with Aemond there, not at all.

He was honest with you when he told you that he wouldn't hurt you or make you just another girl on his list, just as he was honest in telling you that you are now his and he doesn't share.

After that day in your room, the little secret affair began.

When Aemond comes to your house along with Aegon, you both behave towards each other as you were before, completely indifferent.

You don't even speak to each other and avoid as much as possible to look each other, where no one suspects the two of you. And at school it's the same, although especially there you have to be more careful.

However, you and especially he are not entirely patient, so once you reach your limit, he secretly intercepts you in one of the empty classrooms or labs and you take advantage of that little moment as much as possible.

Even in the library, you both find a secluded corner between the shelves of books and can't keep your hands off each other, where Aemond makes you come on his fingers and sometimes you also dare to suck his cock, hoping not to be discovered.

As far as you know, he has not been seen with other and his usual girls, since almost all the time the two of you are texting each other and sometimes, when Cregan is not at home, you let him know and he comes as fast as he can, not missing the opportunity.

Already being in the four walls of your room, the two of you can do whatever you want without fear of being discovered, where Aemond fucks you against your mattress in all positions.

And sometimes, when things have not been in favor of either of you, he climbs through your window at midnight and unable to hold back any longer, he fucks you silently, silencing your moans with his mouth, hands or cock, since Cregan's room is at the end of the hallway.

And this lasts for a while, all in secret, where you look for small moments to share intimate moments, hidden caresses and soft whispers in your ear that only you and he can hear.

But of course, the good things can't last forever.

Jason Lannister, a friend of Cregan's, throws a Halloween party at his house and practically the entire school has been invited. So you see this as an opportunity to be able to be with Aemond for a few moments of the party.

Cregan dresses up as a wizard and you choose to dress up as a sexy sailor girl with a skirt that exposes your legs, a simple white blouse, you put on your tie and also your hat, and then you and Cregan head off to the party.

You immediately look for Aemond, but he is nowhere to be seen, even though you meet Aegon and his younger brother, Daeron.

However, not to be obvious, you start pouring yourself drinks and talking to your friends, starting to get into the same mood as everyone else because of the music with twinkling lights and also because of the whole decorated house.

You see Aegon talking to Cassandra Baratheon, dresses up as a vampire and she as an angel, then you see Alysanne talking to your brother, dresses up as a bunny, and then you keep looking around the party, not understanding where Aemond is.

You are about to send him a message, when you look absentmindedly towards the kitchen and then, there he finally is, only he is not alone.

Dresses up as a pirate, Aemond is chatting with his ex-girlfriend, the gorgeous Alys Rivers, dresses up as a witch.

You had been enjoying the party, but your mood inevitably changes and also without being able to help it, you feel a twinge of jealousy all over your insides, watching them intently.

They both talk, she occasionally laughs and places her hand on his chest, playfully smacking it, both of them too close, while you see Aemond's grin on his lips at all times, making the knot of jealousy in your stomach tighter.

And, you mean, you can't even blame him, she's Alys Rivers.

When then at that moment your gaze crosses his casually, who slowly wipes away his smile, but you quickly avert your gaze from him as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to act nonchalant.

But too late, he's already noticed your annoyed look.

However, you quickly make room with Aegon, Cassandra and Daeron, simply to dissemble in front of them and him as well. Then Cregan and Alysanne join in and of course so does he, but you don't even notice him and continue drinking.

You notice how he wants to approach you slyly on a few occasions, but you don't let him, you continue to laugh with Daeron, ignoring him altogether, not wanting to talk or be with him anymore.

Until the hour starts to get late and taking advantage of the fact that one of your friends is already leaving, you ask her to drop you off at your house and she accepts. You just tell Cregan, who nods and you leave the party with your friend.

And once you get home, you take off your costume, take a shower and get ready to sleep, although you should have expected Aemond to start calling you, but you send it to voicemail.

He calls you a couple of times more where you don't answer and you also get severe messages from him that you don't read, to finally leave your phone on mute and try to sleep.

But you barely last a few minutes with your eyes closed, suddenly you hear some sounds at your window.

You sit up confused in your bed, looking at your window, instantly knowing what it is or rather who it is, since only one person has the habit of doing this and you let out a long resigned breath.

Reluctantly you open your curtains and the window, where the figure of Aemond stands down there, watching you confused and attentive.

"What are you doing?" you reproach him sleepily.

"You're not answering my calls or texts," he tells you with some anger in his tone of voice, "And you ignored me the whole party."

You press your lips together in anger as well.

"It semeed to me like you were too busy," you can't help but say with some bitterness.

He lets out a sigh, lowering his gaze for a moment.

"It's not what you thin—

"No matter. Go home. I want to sleep," you cut him off, intending to turn away from your window.

"I swear to God Y/N, I'm not leaving until you listen to me," he warns you.

"It's after midnight!" you reproach him.

"Open the door," he demands.

"No," you say firmly.

"I'm not going to repeat myself."

"I don't care."

"Y/N," he warns you again.

"Stay there all night, I'm not opening for you."

You sentence and finally move away from the window, close it and close your curtains as well.

Feeling no remorse, you settle back into your bed, ready to sleep again, but only a few seconds pass when you hear noise again.

And that's when you realize you should have locked your windows.

You startle and turn your head to watch how Aemond is entering through your windows with the same agility as always, with a serious and threatening look, jumping into your room and you look at him angrily.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"You don't know what you just got yourself into," he says as he makes his way towards you.

"Fuck you," you spit back at him.

"Oh yeah, I just pretend to do that, princess."

"Alys wasn't available at this time that you decided to come and play with me?"

He lets out a long breath, rolling his eye.

"You're getting it all wrong—

"Oh I am?" you inquire, "She's your fucking ex, Aemond. I'm not stupid."

"In fact yes, you are being stupid right now, " he says, coming towards you.

And just before you can escape, he catches you, instantly grabbing you by both wrists, cornering you between him and your bed, climbing on top of you with a mischievous, menacing grin and his pupil fully dilated.

"Let go of me," you gasp, trying to shake him off.

"Listen to me—

"I mean it, get off me and get the fuck out of my house!"

He cocks his head.

"Where did this bratty attitude come from, hm?"

"Aemond," you plead, "Stop it."

"Oh baby," he croons, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can't you see? Can't you see how fucking crazy I am about you?" he murmurs hoarsely.

You try to fight your own urges, telling yourself that you shouldn't let yourself get carried away by him, that he can talk and fuck whoever he wants, while you are only exclusively for him and these are just empty words to convince you.

"Alys and I ended on good terms, we're just friends, it's nothing to worry about," he says earnestly in your ear, as your breath is cut short when you feel his knee make its way between your legs.

"Aemond," you whine.

"But if you want me to stop talking to her, fine, I will," he murmurs in understanding, only to feel his knee press lightly into your pussy, making you moan.

"Oh, A-aemond-" you try to say, feeling so good.

"Yeah, baby? What's wrong? Does it feel good?"

You can't formulate words, especially when he puts more pressure and makes you gasp more, just that making you feel good, only to then feel him drop almost his weight against you and now positioning himself between your legs, he starts rubbing his hard cock inside his pants against you, making you shudder.

Now he gasps along with you, as he lets go of your wrists and slides one of his hands under your shirt, kneading one of your breasts with ease as you sleep without a bra.

You arch your back against him and bite your bottom lip as he begins to leave soft kisses down your neck, never letting go of your touch and never stopping rubbing against you.

"Please, Aemond, please," you beg him, needing him.

He marks the skin of your neck, sucking and sucking, then brings his lips back to your ear.

"Now do you get it, princess?" he says hoarsely, "You're the only one who can make me play this fucking game of hide and seek with your brother and everyone else."

He says honestly, making you moan as he puts more pressure on his hips.

"But you know what? I've had enough and I don't fucking care if Cregan bothers or not. I don't give a shit."

You bring one of your hands to his face and turn him towards you, kissing him with need and depth where he responds in kind, where you are completely delighted by his caresses and words.

And that night Aemond fucks you from behind, hard and fast, while you hold the sheets tightly under you and avoid shushing your sobs and moans too loudly against the pillow, as every time you do, Aemond gives you a hard spank with his hand on one of your ass cheeks as a way of punishment for your bratty attitude earlier.

And he doesn't give you a chance to silence your moans as he gathers all your hair into a fist and makes your back arch, while his other hand takes it to hold your throat firmly and rests his cheek against yours to fuck you with more accessibility, fast and deep, bringing you to the peak several times.

And when it's all over, you melt into the arms of your perfect, official boyfriend.

thank you so much for reading!❤

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A Small Problem (Just the Tip)

2: The Truck

WinterIron, E, 4.4k - PWP, Omegaverse, Mutually pining morons, hormones made them do it, rushed sex

Tony is about to go into Heat. In the middle of a mission. If only there was a way to delay it... AKA, just two bros helping each other out with zero pining. None at all.

1: The Closet

Tony snaps awake with a gasp, instantly and painfully aware of the stuffy air in the truck's cab, the vibration of the road beneath the worn-out shocks, and the low-level burn that's steadily coursing it's way through his veins.

He bites down a groan of complaint and squints out into the dark night, wondering how long he's been asleep. Fat flakes of snow are slowly drifting down from the sky, lightly coating all the windows, but Tony is pretty sure he's still coated head-to-toe in a light layer of sweat. He doesn't look over at Bucky, but he can feel the man shooting him quick glances.

"Guess it's wearin' off, huh?" Bucky asks, and Tony doesn't need to ask what he means.

"Seems like it," he croaks out and then clears his throat, resisting the urge to shift in his seat.

He's usually not great at picking up his own scent, unless he's spent a full day sweating in the workshop or something, but right now Tony is painfully aware of his own slowly spiking pheromones. Which means it's probably unbearable for Bucky, and Tony is about to apologize when Bucky speaks up again.

"Heard from the team," Bucky says, his voice strained, "they found the hostages, but not th' info we need." So much for their half-hearted hope that they'd get to call this little road trip off early.

"How much longer until we reach the base?" Tony asks as he leans forward slightly in his seat, trying to un-stick his shirt from his sweaty back without getting his scent everywhere even worse than it already is. He tells himself that the wet feeling between his cheeks is also sweat, not slick and Bucky's come, but his nose says otherwise.

"Couple hours," Bucky says and he's pointedly not looking over at Tony now, his grip on the wheel white knuckled, and apparently Tony is not doing such a great job of keeping his stink to himself. "Should we-" Bucky starts and then cuts himself off by snapping his jaw shut with an audible click, his throat working as he swallows hard. "Would it help to- If-" he asks haltingly, "if we-"

"Yeah, it would help," Tony admits reluctantly, he's telling himself that he's reluctant anyway- He hasn't been resisting the urge to suggest it since the second he woke up, since before that- "You don't have to," he adds quickly and now he's the one staring firmly out the windshield, at the snowflakes sticking to the glass, "I know once was- weird enough- And this mission isn't exactly as quick and easy as we-"

The truck starts to slow, and when Tony glances over Bucky is shaking his head.

"We- You need t' have a clear head," Bucky says as he pulls over to the side of the road, and Tony would be more offended if it didn't take him a couple seconds too long to even realize that he should be. "You are the brains of th' operation," Bucky adds, apparently sensing Tony's pout, and once the truck comes to a stop at the side of the road he shoots Tony a quick smile.

It takes Tony a little too long to answer, and he knows his smile is shaking as he says, "And here I thought I'm the pretty face."

Bucky's eyes move over Tony's face for a second as his mouth opens and closes, but he doesn't actually say if he agrees with Tony's 'pretty' declaration. But he also doesn't disagree, which is- Not important right now.

Tony has to physically shake his head to get his fuzzy, swimming thoughts in order, and then he looks around the cab of the truck. It's a tight space, just the two bucket seats and the massive gearshift sticking up between them, and he's not sure how this is going to work-

His attention jerks over when Bucky's seat slides back with a screeching grind of metal against metal that makes them both wince, and it opens up a surprising amount of space for Bucky to stretch his legs out.

"C'mere," Bucky says and then seems to second-guess himself, the faintest hint of pink spreading across his cheeks as he quickly adds, "if- I thought, if you-"

"Better than trying to go out there," Tony says with a snort, glancing at the snow swirling thicker outside the window before his gaze is helplessly drawn back to Bucky's lap-

To Bucky's thighs, all thick muscles hugged by the dark fabric of his pants- Up to the bulge of Bucky's cock beneath his zipper- And as he stares Bucky shifts in his seat, legs spreading slightly, just waiting for Tony to crawl over there and-

"I'm too old to be fooling around in cars," Tony grumbles under his breath as he starts to push himself up out of his own seat, mostly in an attempt to pretend his heart isn't racing in his chest. After a second of hesitation he stays facing forward as he starts awkwardly shimmying across the cab.

"But not too old t' constantly throw yourself out windows?" Bucky asks, and Tony can make out enough of his reflection in the windshield to see his hands hovering in the air, like he's not sure if he should help or not.

"I haven't done that in months," Tony says dismissively, most of his attention on throwing one of his legs over Bucky's. He gets his foot planted on the floorboard and braces his hands on the dash, starting to shift his weight as he adds, "Just one time I forgot that I didn't have the suit to catch me, and you never let it- Shit-"

Tony's other foot gets caught on the passenger seat, his palm slips against the dash, and he yelps as he drops heavily into Bucky's lap- Directly onto those thick thighs, slumping back against Bucky's wide chest before Bucky's hands settle on his waist to steady him and, most importantly- He can feel the thick bulge of Bucky's cock against his ass, already so hard, and Tony's breath escapes in a rush as everything inside him clenches with need.

"Graceful," Bucky says, not breathless enough considering Tony just thumped back hard against his chest, and his hands shift on Tony's sides as his hips jerk up just slightly.

He can feel Bucky's cock throbbing even through both of their clothes- He remembers the weight of it in his mouth and just imagining what it would feel like buried deep inside him, filling him completely-

Fuck, Tony's head is a warm, fuzzy mess and he has to stop himself from grinding down into Bucky's lap. He must be closer to his Heat than he thought when he first woke up. He might be too far gone for this ill-advised plan to even work, but if Tony says that then they won't-

And it might work.

"Shut up," Tony finally remembers to grumble, shooting a glare at Bucky over his shoulder as he starts trying to pull his leg free, "Steve claims he still has pictures of you and Sam getting out of a tiny VW, don't make me finally pay him for them."

"Please don't talk about Steve right now," Bucky says, his expression twisting, and when Tony laughs he ends up accidentally rocking in Bucky's lap.

Completely on accident.

Tony jerks his attention forward again before Bucky can catch the flush Tony feels spreading across his face as he bites his lip to fight down a needy groan. Slick is escaping from his clenching hole to run down his skin, probably starting to soak through his pants and the scent of it is filling the air-

He's distracted, hazy, and when his foot finally comes free from whatever it's caught on Tony loses his balance and starts to tip towards the window. He swings one arm in an attempt to catch himself and ends up elbowing Bucky, his knee barely finding the edge of the driver's seat- Bucky's grip tightens on Tony's hips to steady him even as the man grunts in complaint, and Tony goes carefully still.

"Sorry," Tony says and shakes his head again, trying to get himself to focus, "I'm- And know I must reek-"

"It's- I wouldn' use the word 'reek', but-" Bucky says as he pulls Tony in closer against him, apparently still worried that Tony is going to tumble over and brain himself on the stick shift. "But you- It's been kinda distracting, yeah," Bucky finishes and his voice is lower now, his forehead bumping against the back of Tony's neck, "can- can we-"

"Yeah, yep, lets do this thing," Tony fills in when he trails off, trying not to focus on the steady throb of Bucky's cock against the crease of his ass, like he can feel Bucky's heartbeat- "Sorry if I elbow you again," he says in warning and then pokes at the steering wheel for a second just to confirm there's no horn about to go off before leaning forward to brace his chest against it, wiggling until the edges of the arc reactor aren't digging into anything.

Putting most of his weight on the knee planted in the seat beside Bucky's thigh, Tony lifts his ass out of Bucky's lap enough to start undoing his pants. Bucky alternates between holding him steady and tugging at the fabric as well, and together they manage to get Tony's pants and embarrassingly damp boxers down past the curve of his ass.

The rush of air over his skin makes Tony shiver, cool against the slick smeared between his thighs, and Bucky mutters something under his breath as the smell of it becomes painfully strong. Bucky starts working open his own pants, and Tony can't help lurching slightly in place when cold metal knuckles brush against the back of his thigh, his chest still pressed to the large steering wheel. His skin is crawling with over sensitivity and he's hyper-aware of Bucky's skin inches from his own, the heat of Bucky's cock tortuously close once its freed.

And fuck, Tony can't wait to feel it buried deep inside him, working him open and then fucking him- knotting him-

No.

They are not fucking, and there will definitely not be any knotting, because Tony is not in Heat. Not quite yet, at least- But he's still so-

"You okay?"Bucky asks and it snaps Tony out of his spiraling thoughts about how damn empty he feels, makes him realize that Bucky has gone completely still behind him.

"Yeah," Tony says in a rush, "yeah, I'm- I'm good. Are you ready? Or- Shit-" Tony says as something occurs to him, glancing over his shoulder- "Should- I can get you close again-"

"No-" Bucky says quickly, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's hip, "Don't- don' worry about it, don' want you flailin' around anymore." Tony is about to protest that he hasn't been flailing, but then Bucky tugs at his hip, voice low as he says, "Jus'- C'mere."

He pulls Tony down into his lap and guides his cock to press up between Tony's thighs, making Tony's balls twitch heavily when the slick, fat head of Bucky's cock brushes against the underside of them. He can feel the entire length of Bucky's cock twitching against him, warm and thick and he needs-

"Oh- Okay, we can- That works," Tony says breathlessly and pretends that the way his hips start to roll, grinding himself down against the hard line pressing between his cheeks, is entirely intentional. The skin of Bucky's shaft is surprisingly soft as it slides against Tony's hole with every shift of his hips, along his taint, smearing slick everywhere- "Does- This works for you?" He asks as he braces his hands against the wheel to grind himself down harder, trying to ignore the needy throb of his own cock.

Bucky makes a strangled sound that might have started as a laugh and he bucks up hard enough to jolt Tony is place as he grinds out, "Yeah, this- fuck-" He uses his grip on Tony's hips to pull him down into the next shove of his hips, cock sliding hard and wet between Tony's thighs, and growls, "You feel- Jus' gimme a sec-"

Tony pants for air as Bucky continues grinding against him with short, stuttering thrusts, his head spinning and his hole clenching uselessly as Bucky's cock slides over the sensitive skin. He's so empty- so wet- The drag of the hard cock against him is a painful tease and Tony can't resist leaning forward a little, letting it press further up between his thighs.

"Damn, you're- Jesus," Tony gasps at the feeling of Bucky's cock nudging against his, thick and so hot, and his knee almost slips off the seat as he grinds himself down harder-

He grunts in surprise when Bucky suddenly shoves him forward against the steering wheel again, then can't fight down a pitiful whine at the loss of contact. His slick-coated skin feel cold now, his hole clenching and fluttering against nothing, and Tony leans back against Bucky's firm hold with another noise of complaint.

"Sorry, didn' mean to- 'M close," Bucky says in explanation, his voice hoarse and strained in a way that has a hard shudder running all the way down Tony's spine.

"No problem, just my fucked up lungs," Tony says, playing up the wheeze in his own voice so it'll come out as less of a needy, desperate whine. He's sure that his shaking thighs and rapid, shallow breaths are giving plenty away about how worked up he is.

Bucky huffs out a soft laugh and one of his hands slides away from it's tight grip on Tony's hip, stroking down the outside of Tony's thigh for a second before falling away entirely. Tony doesn't have time to mourn the loss before the head of Bucky's cock is nudging between his cheeks as the man apparently starts to line himself up.

"Okay, right," Tony says distractedly and wraps one arm around the steering wheel to keep himself pressed against it, then reaches back to grab one handful of his ass and spread himself wide. "Same as last time," he says and fixes his gaze firmly on the dashboard so he won't be tempted to try and watch Bucky's distorted reflection in the windshield, "you just- let me worry about forcing it in."

"Seriously, please don' hurt yourself," Bucky says, his metal fingers twitching against Tony's skin again, but then the head of his cock nudges against Tony's slick, twitching hole.

Tony has to bite his lip so he won't say something cheeky and definitely inappropriate in this very normal, totally professional situation. Something like 'worried about breaking me on your fat cock?'

Instead he just nods, swallowing hard, and drags in a deep breath as he starts leaning back into the hot pressure against his hole. A pang of discomfort shoots through Tony almost instantly as the head of Bucky's cock tries to sink into him, his hole clenching in protest, and Tony grits his teeth as he continues bearing down into the burning stretch. It feels like he's back to square-fucking-one, like earlier- yesterday?- didn't happen at all, and Tony is once again trying to take an Alpha cock for the first time in years.

"Fucking- Christ-" Tony grunts as he rocks himself in place so the thick head starts to barely press into him, and maybe Bucky's fat cock is going to break him. The stretch of it is-

Fuck, it's amazing, Tony is leaking slick like crazy and all he can think about is how it's going to feel stretching him so deep, the stinging burn is going to make him aware of every inch. The blaze of arousal is already threatening to burn him alive, his own cock bobbing and leaking as the the knot in his core pulls tighter, every gasping breath filling his lungs with their mixing scents and it's overwhelming him.

"We- Mm, god- We are gonna ruin this truck, ahh-" Tony gasps out and he's barely aware of what he's saying beyond the fact that the thought of it- The scent of their mixed sweat, arousal, and come soaking so deeply into every surface that no one can stand to drive the thing again- "Oh- fu-fuck-"

Bucky growls something under his breath as his cock throbs hard, the head forcing its way past Tony's slick rim and then it's sinking in- "Fuck- Tony," he snarls, his hips twitching, pressing just a little deeper- "Yo-ou, damn."

"Oh- god, yes-" Tony moans in agreement as he's stretched, stretched, "haa, oh fuck-" The thick head is finally sinking into him and he needs- "More- More-"

Bucky's hands abruptly tighten on his hips, stopping him in place with Bucky's cock barely inside him, and Tony's attempt at a protest comes out a choked whine as his entire body trembles with agonizing need.

"T-Th' head's in, stop," Bucky says, his voice a rough growl that has another shudder running down Tony's spine and ends with him clenching around the intense stretch of Bucky's cock. "Fuck," Bucky groans, fingers digging into Tony's skin, "you- So fuckin' tight-"

"So-orry," Tony says mindlessly as he releases his grip on his ass to instead slap his palm against the dash, still clutching the wheel for dear life with his other arm. "I'm- You-" Tony gasps and he doesn't even know what he's trying to say, doesn't remember what he was trying to apologize for- his brain is on fire with a desperate need that's threatening to burn him away entirely and he- He's still so empty- "I- Ahh, haa- I need-"

"Easy, easy baby," Bucky says, a tremor in his voice and his hand shaking slightly as it strokes down Tony's side, and Tony isn't sure if its the gentle touch or the low, rough croon of Bucky's voice or both, but his entire body throbs with pleasure. "'M gonna take care'a you," Bucky promises as he drags calloused fingers up the line of Tony's spine, "but I- I can't go any deeper-"

Tony whines in protest, but Bucky is right, he knows that in some deep, distant part of his mind-

They have a plan here, a plan that does not involve Tony getting fucked hard and deep, no matter how badly he needs it. After a second he forces himself to nod in acknowledgment, but he can't even try to stop himself from rocking his hips in place as much as he can in Bucky's tight hold. It has the head of Bucky's cock tugging at his stretched rim, threatening to slip back out until Tony presses down and it settles inside him again.

"Tony- Fuck-" Bucky swears and shifts beneath him, like he's fighting not to thrust up hard, not to bury himself deep and that thought has Tony writhing harder until Bucky plants a hand between his shoulder blades and pins him more firmly against the steering wheel. "You- You're killin' me, sugar," Bucky pants out raggedly and fuck, Tony can feel the way his cock twitches and leaks, his precome so warm even against Tony's flushed inner walls- "Are you- fuckin' trying to drive me outta my damn mind?"

"Sorry, sorry- Ooh-" Tony groans but he can't stop, he can't rock back against Bucky anymore but he can work his hips in tiny circles, stirring the thick head inside him so it rubs against every nerve along the inside of his rim.

His legs shake and Bucky's grip on him is the main thing keeping Tony from collapsing as everything inside him winds tight, his balls pulling up painfully and oh fuck he's burning-

"Ah, ah- Ohh!" He moans and thumps his forehead against the wheel, his cock bucking in the air and spilling another thick drop of precome that runs teasingly down his skin. "I'm- oh, god- Bucky- So-o good," Tony can't stop himself from rambling as his orgasm comes barreling down on him, the words interspersed with gasps and wavering moons, "you feel- Fu-uck, you're so big, I can't- Oh, ooh! Bucky, I - ah- I'm gonna- fuck-"

He's dimly aware of Bucky's hand sliding away from his hip, Bucky's arm winding around him- But Tony is definitely aware of it when those gorgeous metal fingers find his cock and wrap around the slick head, the shock of the cooler metal making him jerk with a breathless shout as he's shoved over the edge, his orgasm hitting him so hard that is has his entire body shaking.

Bucky growls something as Tony twitches and starts to spill into his waiting grip, but Tony can't make it out past his own moans and the blood pounding in his ears. Bucky's cock feels huge when he can't help clenching around it with every electric wave of pleasure, his own cock pulsing with every hard spurt of come as he continues to writhe, still pinned in place by Bucky's other hand between his shoulder blades.

"Tony- Baby-" Bucky grunts and then he's coming too, the head of his cock tugging at Tony's rim as it twitches and his come so hot as it pours into Tony, filling him pulse by pulse and oh fuck Tony can feel it pooling inside him-

"Ah- ahh-" Tony gasps and his head is swimming- filled with the heady scent of his own come and Alpha arousal- of Bucky- His inner muscles are still rippling as the sharp-edged pleasure of his orgasm starts to soften- "Haa- oh, fuck-" he pants as Bucky's cock continues to throb, "you- ahh, god- Why do you- come so damn much? Oh-"

"S'rry," Bucky says, low and dazed and his cock is still twitching slowly, still spilling, "I don'- Fuck-" He groans as his hips give a final twitch, pushing his cock that tiny bit deeper, and he sounds completely out of breath as he says, "I- I gotta- pull out now."

Tony whines but forces himself to nod in agreement, then grits his teeth and lifts himself as much as his shaking legs will allow to make it easier for Bucky's cock to pop free as the other man shifts back. He clenches as quickly as he can, but a large drip of Bucky's come still slips free, slowly trailing down toward his balls, and when Tony shudders his legs finally give out, dropping him onto Bucky's thighs with a grunt.

Bucky makes a surprised sound, his right hand slipping down Tony's spine, and Tony lets out a pitiful sound of his own when Bucky's other hand slides away from his cock. Tony drags in a shaking breath as he finally lifts his forehead from the wheel, his heart still racing in his chest. He can feel Bucky's unsteady breathing against the back of his neck as he tries to blink the lingering spots out of his vision, and all Tony can think is-

"Holy fuck," he sighs, then winces when the leg folded beneath him starts to cramp. Bucky hums in agreement and Tony is almost close enough to feel the way it vibrates in the man's thick chest, and if he were to lean back just a little more- Tony is stopped from making that mistake by his cramped thigh complaining, and he half-slumps against the wheel again as he groans, "I need t'move, I'm too damn old for this."

Bucky snorts in amusement, and Tony does his best to pretend that he can't feel the twitch of Bucky's softening cock against the curve of his ass. Bucky starts to shift, one hand returning to Tony's hip, but then he pauses with his other hand hovering beside the wheel. Tony's come is starting to drip from between his fingers, the sleek metal shinning with it, and Tony is struck with the urge to pull Bucky's hand up to his mouth and lick it clean-

"Shit," Tony says, the warmth that had been fading from his checks flaring back to life, and he clenches his fists for a second, reminding himself to behave, before he reaches for Bucky's wrist. "Here, let me," he hesitates for a second, looking around the large cab, then grabs some questionable napkins from the cup holder and finishes, "I've got you, sorry- Or, thank you, I guess."

Bucky makes another amused sound as Tony does his best to wipe his hand clean, and it sounds like the other man has already caught his breath. Tony is more than a little jealous, he still feels dazed and overheated and its hard to remind himself that there was a reason for all of this.

Once Bucky's hand is generally clean he helps Tony back into the passenger seat, mostly by lifting Tony and depositing him in the seat like its nothing, which does not help Tony calm down. At least he gets to stretch his legs out with a happy groan before he starts wrestling his pants back up his thighs, still clenching tightly and painfully aware of Bucky's come shifting inside him.

Tony does already feel a little more clear-headed, the heat beneath his skin slowly fading down to a lower, easier to ignore level than when he first woke up, and at least that's something. This stupid idea seems to have worked again, Tony is already figuring out their next steps in the back of his mind, and that's definitely worth the semi-awkward silence that settles over them as Bucky puts the truck in gear and steers it back towards the road.

Bucky clears his throat, but his voice is still a little rough as he says, "You were right."

"I'm always right" Tony says automatically, then turns away from staring at the snow still falling outside to shoot Bucky a curious look as he asks, "about what?"

"This truck is never gonna recover," Bucky replies gravely, but there's a small smile tugging at his lips, his nose wrinkling slightly, and it startles a huff of laughter out of Tony.

"What did I tell you about making me laugh?" Tony complains, shifting in his seat and trying not to make a face when his boxers cling to his skin.

"I don' remember," Bucky says blithely, and Tony has to fight down another laugh.

"No more from you," Tony says with a glare that just makes Bucky grin, and its still a little harder than it should be for Tony to get his mind fully back on track. "You said a couple hours to the base, right?" he asks, "I have- maybe 70% of a plan."

Bucky nods for him to continue, his fingers tapping against the wheel, and they move on.

[baby-tini]

hey babes, I love you ever since I first found your blog. The first post I found was the 4some with the mikeysss😭😭 girl you write so good and I always wait for your posts almost everyday. I seriously love how you write fics esp the ones with @buse tagged on it..LMFAO WE GOT DADDY ISSUES FRRRRR. THE DABI FICS!?!?! I'VE BEEN EATING THEM UP. GOOD SHIT. those dabi fics fucked the depression out of my body😭😭

Can I please make a request..it's my first time asking so I'm kinda shy lol. Can we please get abusive! Kanto Mikey x devoted reader? Like reader is so obsessed with mikey (kinda like how sanzu is to mikey) and she'd do anything and everything for him and still loves him even if he hurts her physically and emotionally.

Can I also pls request smut..😔 (I'm a slut)

I LOVE UUU!! You can js ignore my request if you don't feel like writing it, babes. Kisses . 💋💋💋

TW- Stockholm Syndrome (not from kidnapping), domestic abuse both physically and verbally, victim blaming, manipulation, controlling behaviour, Mikey is slightly yandere-ish. A/N- This made me so happy too read, in all honesty. Your so sweet babes, I love you too and I hope you adore it. Kisses 💋 You loved Mikey, more then anything. You'd do whatever he asked, whether he wanted you too kill for him or even die for him, you'd do so with no complaints, no hesitation and absolutely no second thoughts. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. But too be fair, you've known him since you were both twelve, you were with him through everything. You were there when his brother died, you were there when he talked about killing Kazutora after he got out of juvie, you were there for him when Draken got stabbed, you were even there when Baji died and he went crazy. Beating Kazutora almost to death before Takemichi stepped in. So, you couldn't just leave him, even if you saw the pitied looks from the... nicer members in Kanto.

You didn't really care for the pitied looks you got from his lackeys. If it wasn't coming from Mikey then it wasn't important. Mikey was everything to you, he meant more then everyone else, after Mikey took you with him, leaving Toman, he was all you had left. You truly didn't blame him for the way he treated you, he had a lot going on, it wasn't his fault. Sometimes he just needed a stress result, yeah, he hit you a little harder sometimes. But you were positive that he wasn't going too kill you, he always told you he loved you after anyway. He promised too stop for you, after last night, he promised he would never put his hands on you again, you had no reason too not believe him, sure he had little slip-ups, but no one was perfect.

You had been sitting in the room you shared with Mikey, cleaning and bandaging the bruises and cuts, Mikey had hit you a little harder last night, his lackeys pissing him off and leaving him in a irritable mood. Sure, he took out on you, but anyway you could help Mikey, you were willing too do it, nothing was too much for you, you were Mikeys, meaning you had too be strong for him. You didn't want Mikey too think that you couldn't take a couple hits from him, I mean, he could've hit you harder or even killed you. You've seen him fight, but he never did, that proved how much he loved you. Your head had snapped towards the door when you heard screaming and cries of pain. The bedroom door slamming opening open seconds later, the door knob creating a hole in the wall as Mikey Mikey sauntered in. Slamming the door so hard behind him that the frame rattled, staring you down, you could see his usually large eyes had narrowed into slits, reminding you of a cat before they attacked. His lips were curled into a deep snarl as his already black eyes got even darker, his tongue digging into his cheek as his muscles tensed up. The walk towards you was drawn out and slow as he analyzed you, when he did reach you, after what felt like tediously long hours, he grabbed you up by your hair, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip. "Are you fucking serious?!?! You dumb fucking bitch, I ask you too do one thing, one fucking thing and that's too stay away from other men and you can't even do that, huh?" The hand wrapped in your hair throws you to the floor, his heeled boot digging into your stomach as you let out a groan. Your stomach sucking in on it's self to alleviate the pressure, but his heel just dug deeper. The gurgle of pain you let out was unrecognizable to yourself as Manjiro stared you down with a dark grin, his eyes reflecting static. Those staticy eyes stare into your own teary ones, the tears flowing down your cheeks from the pain. He takes his foot off your stomach with a scoff as he steps back a bit, giving you a command as he does so. "Up." It's only one word, but the weight it holds is crushing as you struggle too stand on your own. Your arms shaking as you push yourself up off the carpet. When you do successfully get on your feet, your legs wobbling as you keep your head down. Manjiro watches, his expression bored as he tilts his head in disinterest, his eyes narrowing at your unbalance. He gives a scoff before he walks over and grabs your arm, dragging you to the bed. Sitting you down, he runs his hands through your hair and moves it behind your ears, some of your strands sticking to your wet cheeks. He uses his thumbs too wipe at the salty tears.

"You love me right?" The question comes out of his mouth quieter then you thought it would. Especially given how angry he seemed only a couple of minutes ago. But the switch his tone of voice has taken now paired with the question, has you a bit confused, your eyes questioning when you look up at him. You thought he knew, you always tell him you love him, everytime you see him. So with a quick nod of your head, you scoot closer towards him. He hums, with a small smile, twirling a strand of your hair. "Show me then, show me how much you love me." His words are still soft as he unzips his pants, popping open the button as he stands up straight. It's an immediate reaction, like someone else controlling your actions, as you reach towards his pants. Quickly replacing his hands, you pull his pants and boxers down half-way before taking his cock in your hand. Scooting completely off the bed so that you're on your knees, on the carpet, you drag your hand in slow pumps up and down his cock as you kiss at the head, as an apology for your mistake. Gliding the flat of your tongue over his slit then giving it a kiss, you hear him let out a shuddered breath. One of his hands coming down to your head and running it through your hair as he pushes the loose strands behind your neck. Taking him a little deeper down your throat, you pump the base simultaneously. A quiet geoan falls from his lips as he tightens his grip in your hair, using it too move your head a little faster. Scooting closer on your knees, you bob your head faster on his cock. Feeling his fingers twitch in your hair, he pulls you closer so that you take him in completely, his cock bulging in your throat. "You feel that shit, that's my cock in your throat." He runs a thumb over the bulge in your throat. Pushing down, he feels your throat sputter around him and he groans. He lets you pull off him and take in air. Drool slides down your tongue and chin while you cough a little. Wiping your chin as you suck in air through your teeth, straightening back up you take his cock back in your mouth again. He hums, tilting his head back and exhaling through his nose while he pets your hair. You gives a harsh suck to the tip that has his stomach flexing. Tightening your hand around the base, he groans deeply, jerking your hand, you taste the pre-cum as it hits your tongue. He tastes sweet, so sweet, you're eager for more of it. As he starts getting closer though, he starts too fuck your throat, groaning from the feel of your throat spasming and convulsing around the thickness of his cock. He grinds his hips into your mouth as his thighs tense. You can feel he's getting close, by the way he's twitching on your tongue as his hand, that's wrapped around your hair, flexes. Going from tight and painful to loose and shaky. His mouth falls open as he pants, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat, while holding your head all the way down. Your nose touching the blonde hair as his balls sit against your chin. "Don't swallow." It's a command that he gives you, as he pulls his cock from your throat. You don't, you don't swallow, instead keeping his cum sat on your tongue, the liquid tasting sweet as you take in the taste. He tucks his cock back in, as he pulls his boxers and pants back up. Re-doing the zipper and button then pulling you up and sitting you back on the bed. "Open your mouth fo me," you do, quickly unhinging your jaw and letting your tongue slip out. The white liquid flooding your mouth, mixing with your spit on your tastebuds. He hums, using a hand too tilt your chin up, making you look at him while his cum falls closer to the back of your throat. He uses his thumb to move the cum down your tongue, wiping his cum on your lips like gloss. Then taking two fingers, his index and middle, too fuck your mouth, pressing his fingers down on your tongue he pulls them out and gives you the go-ahead too swallow. You do, letting his cum fall down your throat as he stares at your neck, watching your jugular bob at the swallow. He hums again, with a nod of his head.

"You know I hate hitting you, I only do it because you misbehave. If you listened I wouldn't have too hit you, you know that right? Pretty girl?" You nod, licking your lips in order too clean the cum from them. He taps your bottom lip with his thumb, still covered in a mix of your spit and his cum. Letting your mouth fall open again, you take in each of his fingers, cleaning them of his own essence. You smile up at him, around his fingers as his taste hits your tongue again. Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you kiss at his fingers when he pulls them back from your mouth. "But I have no problem doing so when you misbehave though, you know that better then anyone that I don't take disrespect lightly. So, when I tell you too stay away from other men, I expect you too comply. You have a part of me inside you forever when you swallowed my cum, you need too understand that you'll belong to me until you die. Is that understood?" With a quick nod of your head, he kisses your lips before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom too think about what just happened.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Just thinking about some Kunsel Whump. Like, of the soldiers he is the most generic and easily overlooked. I feel like he is the cog that holds most of the department together. It’s like a stage technician. If the job is done right, nobody will notice you, but do it wrong? They are the first person to get the complaints.

Anyway, Kunsel goes missing for a day. Be it captured by the enemy or the Turks, or just called in sick but nobody knows that because he is usually the person who knows who in the roster is away or sick or where they are stationed without looking anything up.

Chaos.

Picture him getting captured by an enemy faction while out on a solo mission, but no one notices at first because he's usually the guy in charge of logging the mission details and updating the status reports at the end of the day.

The only reason the 49th floor isn't more chaotic the next day is because Lazard hasn't yet given up on his men—not even when Zack accidentally triggers the emergency lockdown system while trying to alert the department about the infestation, sealing several escape routes and trapping some of their own troops in the middle of an infestation of monsters that escaped from the labs.

Everyone's struggling to deal with the monsters as the lack of efficient communication makes it impossible to coordinate attacks or know the precise locations of each operative (Kunsel was also responsible for maintaining the communication system).

Genesis: Where's Kunsel?? I can't get through to anyone on the lower levels!

Angeal, fighting off a monster: He wasn't at the usual briefing this morning. Sephiroth, have you seen him?

Sephiroth, looking at a dead monster while going through the motions of self reflection: I haven't, which now leads me to believe that he's missing.

Zack, also fighting off a monster: This is bad! This means he never got back from his assignment yesterday! What if he's hurt? Or in danger!? OR DEAD? Man, I'm the worst friend ever!

Genesis: I never realized how much we rely on him until now. I feel simply horrid that we—Sephiroth please don't mourn the dead specimen.

Angeal: I know what you mean. He must hate us now. We have to get him back now. Before it's too late!

Cut to enemy territory, where Kunsel sits at a table, a steaming cup of tea in hand, surrounded by the members hanging on every single word he says, while looking over a map of Midgar.

Kunsel: Yeah, your plan of attack makes no sense. You need to deploy a diversion in sector 7 to drive Shinra's forces away from sector 0, and then use the undercity to move in.

*The enemy group is in awe*

Enemy commander: Impressive! We could use someone of your expertise to lead us from now on. We'll be devoted to you and you alone.

Kunsel: Tempting, but I have to decline.

Enemy commander: Ah, I see. You're loyal to Shinra and SOLDIER alone.

Kunsel: Not really. It's just that the health benefits are great, I have game night with the boys every Friday, and me and Zack got movie tickets for next Saturday.

*Kunsel sips his tea*

Kunsel: Plus Tuesdays are taco days at the mess hall.

[welovetesvkaidan]

OPINIONS ON KAIDAN EE/IF???

My honest reaction:

in all seriousness, if you wanna hear me yap about it, more under the cut

warning like, genuinely a ginormous yap, like a HUMUNGOUS, sleep-deprived yap,,, im cursed to be obsessed with skyrim + modded followers instead of touching grass

I think a lot of this is probably gonna be the same thing other people have said, so im sorry

if you feel i'm gonna be bringing up redundant points and get mad at me😓dont read

I haven't experienced and thus won't talk about the versions of EE and IF that are now separate mods from each other. I don't know anything about that.

if they're better now yayyy but this is about pre-separation

I should preface this with the fact that I've played through Skyrim 3 times with different stages of Kaidan EE/IF:

The initial Dawnguard + fixes/miscs mod

Kaidan EE/IF versions before extensive faction/NPC dialogue for Kaidan

EE/IF w/ NPC Dialogue (AKA Fratpack)

I was also part of the two different discords that were purged and created during these intervals. i don't even know if there is a discord currently?

anyway, that is to say that I have experienced the mod and it's behind-the-scenes progress, extensively so I have a pretty good idea of what I liked and didn't like

That being said, I will introduce probably my biggest problems with it: Tonal whiplash

Okay, well the most common complaint is ofc that a lot of the writing is out of character - and I agree. But it's not just ooc on paper, it's his voice too. I swear, it is very jarring hearing hushed, mild og Kaidan 2 voicelines, and then being deafened by EE Kaidan SCREAMING in my ear ALL.THE.TIME. (like... why are you yelling at me rn jeez)

Seriously. I'm not sure why they didn't just re-record everything from the original mod instead of adding more and more contradicting lines on top of the originals. It definitely could have been a standalone mod, and sometimes it almost feels like it is - because he is just so different.

My most infamous moment in my last playthrough with him happened after we defeated the dragon at Kynesgrove. His og Kaidan 2 dialogue played first, in it he shows interest and is cordial about Delphine ("I wouldn't mind prodding her mind" or whatver dialogue), THEN immediately after his Kaidan EE/IF dialogue will play, in which he walks up to Delphine and STARTS YELLING AT HER AND INSULTING HER - like they argue for quite a bit wtf. And it's like, listen, I have my thoughts about Delphine, but whether or not it was okay to yell at her isn't the problem. It would be fine - IF he hadn't just calmly told me he thought she was okay.

It is sooo confusing how he contradicts himself :(

I mean, yeah, fragments of who he is are still there, I can tell it's Kaidan, but he's warped to fit a different character. Like a con-artist Kaidan.

Anyway, besides the contradictions, it also feels out of character because of his established backstory.

Let's go over it: He's an orphan, lost his only connection to his family(his guardian) to drugs, fell into substances himself, joined a violent cult, had to escape said cult, came clean from his addictions, has been traveling Tamriel bounty-hunting, got brutally attacked by the Thalmor, rescued by mere chance. Do you honestly mean to tell me this man would be yelling, pissing, drinking, lewding, and joking his ass off?? After all that???? NO - or maybe not these levels of extreme. (maybe some other dude might, but Kaidan's characterization insists he is a brooding, keeps-to-himself man, even though he never acts like it anymore)

That man should be tired, and he did feel like he was tired in the original. He was more brooding then than he is now, usually silent, but could still have an edge of comedy/wittiness, he was smart, he had been through a lot!

In that regard, EE/IF Kaidan felt like... we are experiencing Kaidan 10 years in the past - like a Kaidan in his early 20s when he was still a drunkard low-key terrible person. He is just so energetic, always yapping - GOD he talks a lot now. ugh but most of the time it wasn't about anything, it was either inside-jokes, meta jokes, and only occasionally did we get things that added to the experience.

For example, I think most of us who have played Kaidan 2 remember at least one specific line he has said while exploring. What comes to mind for me is either "Can you smell the magicka in the air too? Smells like a rainless thunderstorm." or "Watch for the mammoth with the carvings on their tusks, that's how the giants mark their herd." Alright, both pretty nice small talk for characterization (he IS smart) and worldbuilding.

Tbh i can't really remember any iconic lines from the additions of EE/IF Kaidan... the only two lines that stood out for me were: the "elevenses" line from the clip above (started bumping into him every time he was about to say this so he would stfu... total tonal dissonance), and one he said while I looted Lucky Lorenz ("poor sod wasn't as lucky as his namesake would have you believe!") kai HOW do you know this man, and his nickname, who told you that??? (idc about it that much but its like the only other added line i remember)

I thought that maybe his ooc-iness might have been caused due to the collaborative approach of the mod, I think the mod authors created their own perfect Kaidan - and that's good for them! It takes a shit ton of work (Ik cuz i was there!!) But I think the original essence was lost with each addition. It might have been lack of direction for the voice acting too, a lot of the lines might have hit better if they weren't borderline screamed.

Okay, at some point while playing I got so tired of his constant himbo chit-chatter that I tried tuning him out and bringing other npcs from vanilla skyrim as followers. Problem: even without kaidan on your party, everything starts being about kaidan. Because the extension made it so that Kaidan either has history with/character interactions and development with different NPCs from the base game.

The main poor sods that traveled with me:

Erik the Slayer: Apparently was Kaidan's childhood friend, got inspired by Kaidan to become an adventurer. Least egregious in my opinion, they say sweet things to each other. I swear, Kaidan yells more at me than he ever did at Erik.

The Companions: dumb, dumber, and dumbest basically.. This part of EE/IF was also known as "The Fratpack" and y e a h they pretty much had Vilkas, Kaidan, and Farkas acting like immature frat boys all the time. Just,, absulutely taking away all the maturity out of these GROWN ASS MEN. im sorry, i guess i dont get the appeal. I liked it when they didn't behave like teens (Aela im so sorry, you deserved better than being part of this)

Lydia: All she does is simp for him, ALL.THE.TIME. You think she's about to have a meaningful thing to say? nope, she's checking out Kaidan's ass. Think she'll have a deep convo with another npc about one another? nope! she wants them to tell her all about Kaidan. Both the Companions and Erik will either talk down to her or have to deal with her thirst for Kaidan. i had to start leaving her home.

They also suffered from the same tonal whiplash as Kaidan, unfortunately

additionally, the mod added an "early flirt switch" - you could basically toggle Kaidan to start showing romantic affection for the Dragonborn before the amulet of mara., the interactions were good on paper, but everytime he stammered and stumbled over his words it was written in such an unnatural way... pls people don't talk like fanfics lol !!!

I did like that he gave me flowers, my inventory got full of them - but then he noticed how many flowers I had in my inventory and judged me for "picking everything i see" ugh dude you gave them to me, but also even if you hadnt... mind your business lol

Another addition was a feature that basically made it so NPCs could potentially throw flirtatious comments at Kaidan and the Dragonborn (Bishop flashbacks😨)

You can't do anything to defend Kaidan from those comments, but he WILL take it upon himself to defend your honor infront of any men, women, jarls, or criminals that even so much as find you attractive (THIS INCLUDES FARKAS AND VILKAS BTW :( ) by being rude, forthcoming, AND violent. so yea, you can guess the target audience

speaking of which, he definitely comes on too strong on you once you start the romance, and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I specifically picked the "go slow" option for the romance, and the next day or two it was him constantly complaining about having to go slow under his breath, how he wanted to do anything but slow rn... and like just, wow. :/ yikeees lmao

Maybe this is the result of "i can fix him" romance ideals? im sorry but I liked him when he was down to earth

Bonus? He comes with a campsite now, which has to be magic because its ginormous and he somehow lugs it around despite it also coming with a whole ass furnace (fine fine i'll hold my disbelief)

anyway I do like it, its basically a player house you can take anywhere (so long as kai is with you ig) also you can have a cat in there

I like that there is an MCM, I like that the MCM lets you get through the quest stages in case you get stuck

I like that he can guide you places, usually he gets stuck in a tree or rock but its the thought that counts

I think if the mod had continued in the vein as its original iteration when it was just audio/bug fixes and included these qol features it would have been better than it is now.

But it seems maybe i'm just not the target audience, and as a young woman I'm really confused as who the target audience is 😓

okay im srry rant over

if anyone else wants me to yap about other kaidan skyrim things also ask or join in cuz i like yapping about skyrim and kaidan to people!!!

[pennkquest]

Been absolutely going through it for the past few months, so I wanted to write something self-indulgent for myself. Consider this a WIP potentially but also could be its own self-contained short fic. I hope you enjoy /pos

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Pairing: Alexis/Sam [Note: Pairing exists within an AU where post Sam's turning (years later), they both go to therapy separately, start to heal, and realize they see one another in a new light and eventually start up a romantic relationship again.]

Length: ~650 words

[Other Notes]

Maia = "Darlin" clarification

Sam/Maia (or Sam/Darlin) isn't a thing but they do still meet/are friends

Gave Alexis a new surname cause I said so/she's Cuban to me and I want her name to reflect that

Tag List: @pinksparkl / @romirola / (for the many belated WIP Wednesdays you've tagged me in <3) / @angelicaether / @agentplutonium / @nortyourself

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Sam inhaled sharply, a soft groan leaving the vampire as he reached for his phone buzzing on the nightstand. He clicked the alarm off, sitting up as his eyes skimmed the notifications. 2 texts from Vincent, a voicemail from Maia— Scratch that, a text from Maia asking for advice with Milo. Calendar notification for tonight's meeting.

"What's the traffic lookin' like...?" he mumbled under his breath, eyeing the time as he checked. William hated preventable tardiness, and Sam didn't want to earn a earful tonight. "Usual time, huh? I'm sure I can get Vincent to stall for time if it really comes down to it..."

He set his phone back down, moving the covers back before making his way to the other side of the bed. He looked down, smiling to himself at how little Alexis had on. When did she even manage to snag his button up after this morning? He shook his head with a grin. It looked better on her anyways.

Sam tucked a piece of her hair behind Alexis' ear, "Princess, it's time to get up." The older vampire stirred for a moment but made no moves to get up. "Alexis Guevara, I know you can hear me—"

"Hearing your Southern drawl isn't incentive enough to get up," she mumbled, though she pressed her cheek against the palm of Sam's hand more. Always a brat, he thought to himself as he fought a smile.

"Princess, you were the one who said we oughta set an alarm so we wouldn't be late to the clan meetin'."

"Yes, and I said that before someone here wore every inch of my body out."

"Didn't hear any complaints when I had my—" Sam cut himself off with a laugh as Alexis flipped him off, eyes still closed. He knelt at the bedside, leaning forward to kiss her knuckle. "C'mon, Princess. Y'know Will's gonna fuss if you of all people are late to the meetin'. And I'd feel awfully complicit knowing we're not starting off this livin' together thing with a reputation for punctuality. So," he punctuated with a kiss against the shoulder slipping out of the stolen shirt. "Can you get up for me? Lil ol' Collins?"

Alexis laid there for a few moments, no reaction verbally or physically. Then, with a sigh, she opened her eyes ever so slightly. "For the record, there's not a small thing about you and you know that."

He laughed, and a smile broke out onto her face. "Good evening to you too, Miss Guevara. Lovely being greeted by beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile on this fine night."

"Yeah yeah, scoot out the way so I can find my clothes." Sam stood as Alexis sat up with a quiet exhale, stretching and pulling her hair out of her face. "How much time do we have before we need to leave?"

"Mmm bout twenty or so minutes. Don't worry bout the time though, I'll keep my eye on that," Sam assured, leaning down and kissing his partner.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Alexis tugged on one of the twists Sam had hanging, smiling to herself as she stood from the bed and walked past him.

Sam watched her go, tilting his head. "Don't you think you're forgettin' to leave somethin'? Somethin' on yer person that don't belong to you?"

Alexis looked over her shoulder with faux confusion, tapping a manicured nail against her lips a few time. "Mmm nope. Can't say I have. As far as I'm concerned, everything I've got on right now might as well belong to me. Oh, but maybe you should go find a shirt to wear, Sam. I don't think we need any bold fashion statements at tonight's meeting," she added with a smirk, turning on her heels and heading for his bathroom.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. Troublemaker.

[incandescentflower]

today i miss thame and po more than usually, so i just wanna talk about them, i miss them a lot, my gentle sweet boys that are so selfless and soft, i wonder what they might be doing right now :( how long do you think it would take for them to get married? i feel like they might be the type that get married pretty early, they just love each other soo much, also, since the finale i've seen many ppl complaining or just being sad about po never saying i love you back to thame, what do you think about that? tbh while watching the show that never bothered me, until i read those complaints lol this is why i try to stay away from social media when i really love something, BCS I GET SO TRIGGERED, but yeah tbh it still doesnt bother me but i cant help but think about it, i KNOW po really loves thame, i mean we saw him kicking his feet giggling everytime thame did as much as send a ''hi'' to him, so i know po's feelings, but ugh now i just wish he did say it so ppl dont complain about it lol rant over, sorry and have a good day or night<3

aww thanks for this ask, anon. I miss them too. I was over here typing away at my fic just before this.

hmmm married, I guess I don't know. I like to think about them in the context of Thame getting to know Po's family and finally feeling like he has that support in his life. Po finally having another person to disperse that four parent spotlight he lives under. Thame has not enough parental attention, Po has too much, a perfect match. I'm already imagining holidays together.

Marriage is a big thing that I think would be impacted by how much Thame and MARS really did want to continue to try to be bigger celebrities. I'd like to think they could have a life together and that fans could chill out, but it would be a challenge they would have to figure out first. It's all implied in how they ended the drama, but I think them learning how to navigate that could be a story in and of itself. I often wish for an Our Skyy for them. I think there could be some fun stuff there. (I'm also a JunDylan shipper and would love to see them make that happen but I understand if the actors actually wouldn't want to do it since Hong and Nut might find having a clear ship like that would make their other career together in LYKN more difficult)

I was never bothered by them not having Po say those exact words on screen. I think it was intentional. It was showing how they both communicate differently, but still understand each other. I also never feel like they have to show every possible thing between a couple in a drama, meaning just because it wasn't in the scenes doesn't mean I think the drama is saying that Po would never say it directly to Thame.

A lot of my fic is about them learning about how each other communicates and trying to communicate in the way the other wants. They can understand each other without it, but I can see them trying other ways to communicate for each other because they both find it meaningful to try to give the other what they want. Po would get there and say it. I have no doubt. (and there is definitely something in my fic about it, at least them acknowledging those tendencies, I haven't decided if I need to actually write Po actually saying it or not yet, I'm gonna see how it goes)

But Thame also knows that Po shows his affection by the attention he gives. I am a firm believer that Po notices things about Thame that other people just don't and that's why Thame becomes more and more comfortable showing Po his vulnerability. Thame feels seen and that makes Thame feel loved.

And ultimately, Thame does not doubt Po's feelings even a tiny bit. So it's funny that people who watch the drama do.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

EPISODE 4

Well.......I.....I got what I signed up for.

I got "Poison". That song I've been obsessively listening to since the day it was released. I finally got to see the visuals that went along with that song, and.....now, I don't think I can UNSEE them.

I hope that everyone who watched this episode is safe, and that...that the people who knew this would be too much for them took the warnings seriously, and....and looked away from the show....Hazbin is not a show that everyone can enjoy. It has a very specific audience in mind, and people who are outside of that audience...r-really should've gotten the point before this episode hit, hopefully....

This was a very....heavy episode. And it....did its job. I'm unnerved, disturbed, and holy crap....I just want Angel out of there as soon as possible. He's been through so, so much, and getting even a TASTE of that was absolutely soul-crushing......Valentino NEEDS to get his commupence ON SCREEN at this point. I regret calling him pathetic before, because seeing him through Angel's eyes....I don't wanna downplay how intimidating he can be. We need to see that guy get what's coming to him. I am waiting with baited breath for Angel to have his "2 Minutes Notice" moment now....

Also, anyone who says that Huskerdust will be a relationship built off of sexual harassment is WRONG. I always assumed there'd be more to it than that, so I'm super happy to comfortably ship it now. This relationship got off the ground not off the jokes, but because Husk is the one who sees right through Angel's persona from the word 'go'. He's exactly the type of person Angel needs. Angel is always hiding himself through his persona, and he needs someone to tell him to drop the act and admit that he needs help. And while Angel didn't ask for HELP in this episode, he DID let himself be vulnerable. Which is a big step for him. As well as that fight scene where the two bond, and he says that sex isn't all he's good at.

The thing about Husk being a former overload was something I did NOT see coming at all....I-I knew he made a deal with Alastor, but not that he was an overlord.....And that he still has some power left over from that....That's crazy....You'd think that people would recognize him, like.....Sir Pentious has been around longer than anyone, so why did he need to get introduced to Husk earlier, or did he not- I-I dunno, but...I like that.

The Huskerdust song was....OK. I liked the lyrics more than the music. I was SO worried that these two were gonna be like Stolitz where we're waiting forever for them to talk to each other while they're working on themselves. But in just one episode, they've opened up to each other a bit! No complaints!

N-not really much else to say....this episode was basically nothing but Angel's arc. Alastor is barely in this episode, which was a letdown for me of course....but.....no Alastor also meant I could focus on the other characters a bit better than usual, so it worked out.

What was that about Vaggie hating herself, tho....?

Great episode, hard to watch at times but that was the point, I still adore "Poison", and.....yeah....

I-I guess that's it for now....

[ravi-is-my-beloved]

That is honestly the most frustrating thing to me is the vast majority of the pro-Tommy arguments are just literally not canon. It’s all headcanon or assumptions/interpretations made with very little evidence.

Yes, it's not actually canon! Not him making a complaint against Gerrard, not him apologizing.

I've already spoken why Tommy making a complaint against Gerrard is not canon, so I won't rehash that. But if you're not aware, I spoke about it here.

Now onto Tommy apologizing to Hen and Chim, something they just loveee to spout when saying that Tommy changed. Which is just... not what he did in canon.

In canon, he has not apologized to Hen and Chim and we've seen him not apologize in both of their begins episodes.

In Hen Begins, he just tells her "Oh we would've eventually caught it when doing a sweep, however it would've been too late. You're good." (Of course, I'm paraphrasing, but some of this is relatively what he actually said in the episode.) And that's literally all he says to Hen before she talks to Chim, who directs her to the captain's office (she thinks she's in trouble because she doesn't know Gerrard isn't the captain anymore).

This is not an apology, whatsoever. It's not even close to an apology. He never says the words "I'm sorry" or "I feel bad for my past actions." So no, Tommy fans can't say he apologized to Hen in canon.

Now onto Chimney Begins, Chim saves Tommy and then there's like two scenes before we get like a time skip to Tommy coming back to work. Chimney's digging around in his locker, possibly having just finished getting his uniform on, and Tommy comes in to be "Oh I like monster trucks, beer, etc." And then he literally says (this is NOT paraphrasing), "You saved my life, thank you." And he shakes Chimney's hand and that's how the scene ends.

Again, not an apology. Still never says the words "I'm sorry."

Which hilariously, the guy whose YouTube video I was watching (because again, I rewatched both begins episodes so that I could factually debunk the so-called canon "change" Tommy fans say happened) had pointed out the fact that Tommy never said sorry in that scene. He was doing a reaction video to the episode, because that was like the only video I could find where the entire episode was there for me to watch. But I digress.

Time for the stuff that can be interpreted either way.

Now there's the fact that they like to use the fact that in Bobby Begins (Again?? I still don't know which begins episode has the bar scene), Hen and Chim are seen being buddy-buddy with Tommy while they're all out to the bar and then they later give Tommy a cake (in I think Buck Begins or it was still Bobby Begins? Look, I only watched Hen & Chim's Begins episodes because I wanted to know the exact words he said to them) as way to say that Hen and Chim have forgiven Tommy.

And yeah, you could interpret both of those scenes as them forgiving Tommy. However, it could also be interpreted as them just being professional in both of those scenes.

Because drinks with coworkers are usually still professional, even if you're at a bar. This is pre-Buck & Eddie, pre-118 being a found-family dynamic. Tommy himself has said the 118 wasn't a family when he was there, so yeah drinks with his coworkers would've been professional still.

And just to add this, someone recently pointed out that them all going out for drinks was to welcome Bobby as the captain. It wasn't even like they had invited Tommy out to drinks because they like him, it was just because everyone from the 118 was invited so they could all see Bobby outside of work and get to know him.

Anyways, onto the cake they got Tommy when he left the 118. This can also be seen in a professional light, because getting cake and doing a nice little send-off party for someone is the polite thing to do. It doesn't necessarily mean they like that person, it's just so that person feels good when leaving.

So, yeah, anon. The majority of what Tommy fans use as factual evidence is not concrete evidence like they're claiming it is, you're right. And yeah, it's frustrating.

[kalsiferdraws]

Alright yall

So I finished IT. And omg do I have some notes/complaints/headcanon changes etc.

Things I'm mad the movies robbed us of:

Mike and his dad doing donuts in their pickup truck, Mike's parents in general??? Like they are 1 of the 2 parent pairs I love. Give me the Hanlons damnit.

Ben, Bill and eddie being the start of the losers. Technically Bill and eddie, but the losers started when Ben came. Thanks "asthma".

Stan and Richie being extremely close thay they're usually always together. Literally I love their dynamic. The movie makes it seem like Stan despises him, why??

Bill and richie on silver being chased by a werewolf pennywise wearing a letterman jacket with *tozier* on it. Tell me that shit isn't a fucking metaphor.

Richie being extremely smart, not just a jokester. Letterman jacket cause he's literally so smart.

Ben snorting lemon juice in his nose so the whiskey he drinks doesn't burn his throat. Ben being chaotic and living out of spite in general tbh.

Belch and vics death. I feel like it changed Henry's perspective a bit. Like vic warned Mike. Also where tf is moose and peter??

How terrible butch bowers truly was, we got a lik sample but this man is ugh I hate him.

Wentworth and richies playful father son banter. I would love to see their lil breakfast scene.

Things I'm happy they didn't include:

Hocsketters death, listening to the audio book read it was **hard** I was literally trying not to gag. New fear unlocked.

End of chapter 21-22. Those who know, know why. Ew.

Bill and bev sleeping together even though Bill is married (my bev would never). I didn't like the kiss either. Like ugh.

Mike being in the hospital instead of the sewers. (He belongs with his group) I do hate how they went about it. But I can get past it.

Also lil more stuff I don't understand they took out?

Ben is successful yes, but he's a huge alcoholic due to loneliness. The bartenders know his schedule.

Richie and bev smoke yes, but so does Bill, it's weird they didn't add it?

Stan remembered the losers before the phonecall, mainly Bill, due to the novels. Breaks my heart.

Bill is supposed to be bald, but I love him with hair and a fun lil grey streak. It's cute.

It makes sense they changed how eddie... yeah... but also it's described as somewhat peaceful? Like what?

The "he knew well enough" fuck I'm destroyed.

[loopy777]

Hi!

I loved your fic Death by a Thousand Cuts. I loved the idea of Zuko not reciprocating Mai's feelings before his banishment, which is the impression I got from the show, but Going Home Again retconned it. Since Zuko doesn't have any grand “I love her” moment in the show (unlike Mai at Boiling Rock) I think maybe it is a good thing that him returning her feelings was retconned. So at least we have that!

But your fic was amazing because we see Zuko's slowly growing feelings for Mai. It was nice to read it unfold. I love how Mai also starts off thinking she's just attracted to him and her epiphany that she loves him was SO nicely done!

Do you think Zuko ever had that grand moment of realisation that he loves her?

I also noticed Mai remark that she's low priority for him twice, and it is very canon complaint indeed! It's a trend with Zuko thay he leaves her hanging and she never has place in his plans. Do you think it's something that's going to always plague their relationship or do you think Zuko would ever learn to prioritise her?—would he ever pick her over his duty?

Thank you! I think when Going Home Again was being written, some hard choices had to be made in order to fit the story into the page-count, and making the Maiko attraction already established was an efficient choice. That said, I'm well-established as wishing that we had gotten more substantial flashbacks in The Beach and less humor I didn't find funny, and Zuko realizing his love for Mai would have been a perfect option to depict.

And yes, I do think such a thing probably happened, if just because everything Zuko does is dramatic. I haven't depicted such a thing in my fanfic since I'm usually focused on Mai and I don't typically go that far into Maiko's past, especially Zuko's side of it since we don't even know if he attended school. But now that you call attention to it, perhaps I should see if I can generate some ideas for it.

As for Zuko's prioritization problems, I think that's part of his general issues at that point in his life. It's not that he doesn't value Mai, he's just emotionally isolated and has trouble allowing people into his life. He doesn't even think about talking to anyone else who isn't part of whatever mission he considers himself to be on and those missions are driven by his pathological need for his evil father's approval. I would have depicted him as having recovered from that kind of thing after the cartoon's finale, but the comics have gone in a different direction. But that can be a good thing, since it means it's something Zuko can get better at as he gains emotional health.

But would he pick her over his duty? He probably shouldn't, but as fans of the relationship we want him to, but as a storyteller I like the idea of him working out a way to make it so that she's part of doing his duty and they never have to conflict.

But if we construct a scenario where he can react purely based on instinct, no angst or thought about he should do, then yeah, I think he'd leap to save Mai even if it meant dooming the Fire Nation. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, though, as I think he'd probably be massively sullen about it and Mai can't stand when he's sullen.

[nilolol30]

Your last one shot, is so cool! Kinda curious if you can make a prequel of it?

Sorry this took a bit ^^

You know those old TV movies about teens sneaking out and climbing out the window? They never show how damn difficult it is to do that the frame was digging into your skin as you slid out trying to keep as quiet as possible to not wake up your brother.

You'd think Macaque knowing you would have to sneak out he would teach you stealth first but unfortunately you were proven wrong on your first day of training.

But you put your complaints aside when you managed to climb down the metal stairs of the fire escape and walk out though the small ally it's extremely early in the morning still dark then a purple face appears in your shadow.

Then you fall through a portal your feet landing on the wooden floor boards Macaque always gives a small heads up when he does this since you gave him a ears full when he scared the soul out of you.

"Had fun crawling out of windows kiddo?" Macaque chuckled leaning on a wall with a half eaten mango you rolled your eyes of course he was watching "Couldn't you just portal me from my room?"

"I could but I don't think you'd like to break the news to your bro if he catches you sneaking through the window you can just say your sneaking to a secret partners place or just going out" well Macaque has a point.

"Now stop talking and get to stretching kid" and so the lesson begins Macaque guiding you with stretching and after he throws you your weapon a nearly exact replica of Macaques obviously not made of shadows.

"Alright where gonna be working on blocking today I'll attack you and you focus on only blocking it" you glance at your weapon then at Macaque with a brow raised.

"So you're just going to smack me around till I fall over?" Macaque laughed summoning his own weapon "Pretty much how c'mon reddy yourself cuz I'm only holding back a little"

31

31 times you've either been hit or fell on the floor.

THUNK

Make that 32 you sat up from the floor rubbing the back of your head groaning at the feeling of the back of your head pulsing Macaque vanishing his own staff and offered a hand to help you up.

You take it "well you did a little better than I thought we are gonna have to work on your balance and awareness" Macaque pulls you up to your feet and ruffled your hair.

"Yeah..." You sighed and fixed your hair Macaque pats your shoulder "But hey you're getting better! At least way better than when you started now put your staff on the weapon rack I got a little homework for you to do" You whined walking over to the weapons rack he always gives you 'homework' to do but it's just studying different fighting stances.

Macaque hands you a book "Read that but I also want you to get in the routine of stretching even if you don't plan on going out or fighting it helps by a mile okay" you turned the book to read the back of it a little and yep same homework as usual.

"Huh okay" Macaque looks at you with a brow raised "And I'll know if you have been or haven't so don't think you can lie got it" you rolled your eyes and nodded.

You once lied saying you did practice an exercise at home but Macaque immediately knew you didn't and made you do laps around the entire city.

"Alright then get some sleep kiddo" Macaque opened a portal under your feet and you feel through again but this time he teleported you right Infront of your window...jerk.

[verdemoun]

is there some info about your timewarp au that you really wanna talk about?? if so i am all ears

bless one of the core timewarp au scenes is really the moment they are all just settled and okay and don't really know when it happened but realizing yes this is good this is the life we were meant to have the gang together again

it was meant to be one of their usual family bbq gatherings but grimshaw couldn't get out of work and in no man left behind fashion they decided they would crash the bar. open mic night

sean and lenny meant to be singing a ballad to their respective wives but instead just staring at each other while karen and jenny are entirely amused/delighted over how in love they are with each other. most wholesome dynamic

jack being too young to buy drinks and grimshaw not willing to lose her liquor license for him. big bossy rule enforcing queen entirely undermined by isaac persistently buying himself double shots and slight of hand sliding them to jack until they are both plastered.

hosea just being old this is post 1911 gang warping so he is approaching 70 bessie is retired they are sitting in a comfortable booth enjoying pub meals and whiskey watching their massive family be happy but also just in their own loved up world where they are the only two people that exist

someone with a spray bottle trying to keep javier and kieran off each other for 10 minutes ffs there's children present

john thinking he is the best parent letting his daughter sip beer while abigail yells at him because she's only like 8. he argues they were both already drinking at that age. fighting like an old married couple but also can't stay mad at each other. abigail rolling her eyes but smiling as john kisses her. addie jr helped herself to a whole beer while they were fighting

arthur and charles both responsible adults still getting white girl silly drunk. tripping over each other cackling arthur trying to catch charles and instead completely faceplanting himself. drunk dancing together not realizing they are the center of attention

micah and bill leaning on the bar having the 'why are you gay' 'who says i'm gay' 'you are gay' but also micah in a trying to be a better person/must prove he is the best at everything giving bill dating tips despite being the worst straight man in history

dutch being allowed to come along (molly and her wife were busy being lesbians elsewhere. if molly is coming dutch is not invited (for His safety, not hers)) dutch having a few too many drinks and slipping into 'y'know maybe we could overthrow the government' and annabelle having to play babysitter 'No Dutch'. Hosea still likes listening to Dutch's tangents he may have his arms around his wife but he is just smiling affectionately listening to Dutch go off

no one realizing just how happy but also out of hand things are getting until jake adler pulls out the fiddle playing live music while his beautiful immaculate stunning spectacular bisexual wife sadie adler sings hell's coming with me. everyone just vibing until she switches the line to 'then colm o'driscoll was hanging by a rope'. hollering cheering screaming drinks being raised noise complaints being filed it is never too late to celebrate colm's execution

poor eliza pulling out the 'oh arthur' as she tries to get arthur, charles, isaac and jack home because they are all blind drunk. john having to help force them all into the car. jack and isaac are attached at the hip he is going home with them

also drunk jack going through absolute swings and roundabouts one second it's 'fuck you dad i'm gonna start my own gang with blackjack and hookers' isaac in the distance 'fuck yeah sex work is real work' only to be 'i'm sorry i let you down and i made mistakes and i keep making mistakes' as john carries him over his shoulder to the car. john very tentatively trying to assure him he didn't let him down and it's just further proof he is his son and that he's sorry jack inherited making the same dumb mistakes from him

uncle eating every single bowl of peanuts at the bar and falling asleep in a booth. grimshaw still closing and locking down the bar with him still inside to try and teach him a lesson

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Pre HOO Jason just casually usurping his father for the Olympian throne.

And everyone's like oh how typical of a son of Zeus... Jupiter(?) always searching for power.

Jason's just like "you think I wanted this? We've been lodging complaints for years because you guys never visit us.

If I didn't do this the 1st cohort were gonna sacrifice Steve, and no one wants that especially not Steve.

So we held a vote, and well..." He sighs like someone who's just done with everything. "Everyone voted for me, even Octavian so you know shit is fucked.

Anyway, I'm in charge because you sir are bad at it like... terrible at it. Don't worry I'll give it back, once you sort out your... Everything."

Zeus/Jupiter is pissed as all heck but Poseidon calls a vote and shockingly everyone votes in favour of Jason.

Jason is just yay my plan is working but also... Why me?!

"Why did they vote you?" Asks Annabeth.

Jason shrugs "apparently other than Reyna who said no way, I'm the only other one who has 'common sense' and won't 'fuck things up anymore than usual.'

Apparently keeping a bunch of Romans from burning down camp every other week, makes me qualified to lead. The whole lead them into battle against Krios only made it worse."

Annabeth blinks, before nodding "no yeah, makes sense. I'm Annabeth Chase."

"Jason, Jason Grace.... Erm is she okay?" He points to Thalia who is just trying to process everything.

"Oh she's fine, just a lot to take in. She's my sister, well our sister Thalia Grace." Says Annabeth, having figured it out already.

Jason grins "no way?! Really?" He frowns "hey wait Nico told me she was a tree?" Annabeth snorts "it's a long story."

That he can agree with.

"Soo... What should we do with him?" Asks Percy pointing to the very pissed off Zeus/Jupiter who's laying in a heap on the floor.

"He's going to lose his powers. He's going to become someone that even a newly turned demigod can defeat.

He will know what it means to helpless and have no one to turn to. He will have the same immortality of that of a huntress, all the while everyone he's ever messed with hunts him for sport.

His only allies will be those who choose to aid him. He will be shunned, he will be isolated and learn what it means to be mortal."

Evetuone looks at Jason in shock, probably because it was the first time they'd seen him so serious.

Suddenly an entire legion voting this guy to be Zeus/Jupiter's replacement made a lot more sense.

"And what" spits Zeus/Jupiter, getting up to glare at his spawn. "Makes you think you can do that to me?"

Jason smiles, but it isn't kind "wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?" Before throwing something that engulfs his father in blue smoke.

When the smoke clears, the great king of Olympus now appears as a young man. He tries to pick up his masterbolt, enraged and it shocks him.

Hera is escatic, pulling Jason into a hug "you did it, I knew you had it in you." She says ruffling his hair "Lady Hera!" He pouts, trying to fix his hair.

She frowns "none of that, I have told you time and time again to call me mum." Jason mouths the words as she speaks, very clear they've had this conversation a lot.

"Sorry your majesty, Lady Hera, Queen of Olympus." Hera sighs but her gaze is fond.

"Mum?" Asks Annabeth. "I'm her champion but she'd watch over me as a baby and as a kid so she basically helped raise me." Explains Jason.

He totally knew about the bet Hera and Lupa had to see which he'd call mum first, and he totally wasn't messing with them both.

Nope, absolutely not.

"And er yeah, you guys can take him back to your camp when you want." Says Jason.

Hera lights up, a devious smile on her face. "I'll take care of that" Apollo raises a hand, a similar look on his face "I'll help."

The two vanish with the now fallen king.

Well that should be fine.

Probably.

Jason shrugged, ah well he tried.

"Soo... Who are you anyway?" Asks Percy, curious. Jason sighed, he was gonna have to put that nap on hold.

"Well it all started when my mum left me to the wolves, pun not intended."

(@star-archivist I'm not sure it this what you meant by "needing more of this", but.. Here it is 😅)

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Hudson and Rex S03E03 - Into the Wild

I really like this episode. Then again, I found most S3 episodes very interesting. Also, Charlie!whump.

Second episode with Kendra. Bring back Kendra!

Joe: "It's not every day that we find an ancient mummy". Ancient? Hardly.

I can't with them thinking that a 1700s body would be considered ancient.

Not awkward at all.

Is everyone using Rex as a conduit to tell things about each other?

Kendra: *looking at Charlie* "I miss [Rex's] visits". That's bullshit. She misses her fuck buddy. And Sarah can tell there's something going on, judging by her awkward attempts to change the subject.

"Rex has a mind of his own". I wonder how that goes over with the police complaints.

Every day, opting out of civilization becomes more and more attractive, actually. It's just that the alternative is usually worse.

Charlie explains his new brilliant idea of going to find the camp of survivalists. Sarah has already started worrying.

I know they shuffled the episodes again. There is no way anyone would put a scene of a new house without explaining whose it is and without having a scene inside. Ugh, they're so bad at continuity.

Yay for casual clothes.

See, this is actually good "Visit Newfoundland" promotion. Looking at whoever approved that S6 premiere.

I can almost make out Jesse's email. Also, this is an iPhone.

No! Our beautiful, beautiful car!

Rex is barking out of his mind. Do you mind paying him a bit of attention?

He left a note on the car and moved in deeper. Great.

"Do you know any good jokes?" No, Charlie. Resist the temptation.

"Alright, I got one". Sigh.

Okay, so I never noticed the actual scene where he used a battery to light the fire because that's always where the subtitles are but now I have no subtitles on.

"Charlie's in trouble again, isn't he?" "Ah, shit, here we go again."

And then she insists on going to the search, because what if Charlie needs medical attention? Also, it's Sarah who suggests Kendra. I'm not sure if she's feeling jealous of her at all at this point, probably not, but in any case she's doing what's best for Charlie.

If I'd fallen asleep like that, I don't think I'd be able to get up again.

He gave Rex the last of the water! Oh, and then he drank the remains from his hand. Look, I've never had pets, so I'll just say ew.

Charlie: "Rex, you're going the wrong way, pal". Rex: "No, you are".

See, he told you so.

Is this the dumbest way I've seen a main character get injured? Well, no. But it's pretty high on the list. Also, I think someone in the trailer department noticed that as well, so they edited the trailer to make us think that he falls after getting shot. I mean, you can definitely not show in the trailer that he slips and falls lol

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!?!"

"Charlie, if you died, I swear to god..."

I'm sure Kendra has already figured out something's going on with Charlie and Sarah. First of all, she knew that Sarah would want to go with her to search for him. I'm assuming there were a lot more of those looks those two give each other. You know, all these things that we don't get to watch.

Rough wakeup call. Here's what you get for making Rex worry.

"It's your dog that saved you." "Yeah, it's an ongoing theme of my life."

This is the nth time someone takes Charlie's gun.

Some girl talk. Or Charlie-talk. Kendra definitely doesn't mind sharing the exact status of the friends-with-benefits situation they had going on after Charlie's divorce, which, judging by the way she says at the start that she hasn't seen him in a while, has already ended. And probably because Charlie has already caught feelings for Sarah.

See? The woods are dangerous.

Poor Sarah, she always has to worry with that man.

"Rex, take the high ground, partner." "No, I'm too cute to get shot."

The plan is to keep him talking until someone saves Charlie.

Flying doggo! And Charlie punching the guy because Sarah had arrived and, well, he has to show off.

"I hope we didn't worry you too much?" "Not at all. I knew it wasn't anything Rex couldn't handle". From their looks, I feel like this is one more case where she's using Rex to refer to Charlie, but I firmly believe that she should actually be talking about Rex.

Stop smiling and start apologizing for worrying the lady.

Some Jesse hero-worship to Charlie.

As I said, they get invited to all the coolest memorials.

And scored some new bling.